Poetry

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On an imaginary day when time stands still;or maybe quietly slips
away,if Man could make time whatever then would he combine,for
something that is so unseen,it plays a part even in a dream,
though time can't speak;it may reveal the Truth's we seek,time
itself can slip away,GOD help us all to hope and pray,chose reality over the imaginary,in ordinary time our own limits are
trying;it never alters though wet or fine,yet an ordinary day on our Earthly Sphere is so much better than an imaginary one;where
to-morrow comes,and it soon have gone,not strange to say there was
No Sun,may darkness run,dark day is done.
Joe.

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