Poetry

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Some people seem to have that special gift,their words do seldom
ever drift,with clearer eye time never sees that sad good-bye,
whats old is sometimes simply told;a gate can open out or in,and
thinking is a lofty asending,if words could fly how high is why;
seeing out won't lead to doubt,a lot more easier than looking in,
that's where one's limit's do begin,a tempest is a word well known
its GOD WHO SEES EACH MORN WHEN BORN,dawn can break a day's own make,who gives us all our own intake,asleep awake,GOD'S WORD
did all of us create,to enter through heavens opening gate.
Joe.

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