Poetry

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Walk about,talk about,silence speaks where lies can't shout;that
very special day,feels like forever's on its way,matter is not how
bright or clever,am hoping by my acts of sorrow,GOD;gives me the
grace to live each day,since at any time the clock may chime,
reminds me of a Five to Noon,and midnight comes along quite soon,
by sincere prayer;and each Amen,GOD;can stretch forth from an
eternal delay;now unseen is HIS OWN PRESENT DAY,for all of mankind a thousand years away,time is any moment then;would like
to say,until we ALL get the ALMIGHTY CALL,that certain day is for one and all. Joe.

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