Poetry

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As a simple man who is made from clay,had some laughter to begin
my day,two starlings wrestled on the ground,a single crumb both
latched on too,regardless of the others in view;come on you two,
share that piece,looked up at me;and thought old J,is right;he
feeds us morning,noon,and by evening's light,we surely know birds
are J,s favoured chums,leaves us what are known as crumbs,GOD
BLESS US,i thought these birds do listen;so with good sense they
will not go missing,with wings up to the sky they fly,no need to laugh,or indeed to cry;GOD feeds them all by HIS OWN DECREE,
importantly GOD MADE ALSO,thee and me,hopefully we will all meet
in eternity,for BY GOD'S GRACE WE ARE ALL FREE.
Joe.

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