Poetry

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ALTHOUGH NOW at age 79,am thinking of a youthful 9.playing at Sky
Rocket;some sand in cloth tied up with string,swing it around and
let it fly;up to the Sky,watch how it do soar,until its energy
says need some more;so down to Earth it fall for sure,can't travel
to the stars to-day,must try again another way;just hope and pray
GOD WON'T TAKE,the stars away this day,another chance I may well get,at only nine years old am back in time;since time itself do
not cheat,its quite unique,GOD KNOWS THE YEARS,and how they have
gone,our places may differ Time do not dither;perhaps it flows
like a watery river,GOD KNOWS its Length and all of its breadth,
we all get our share,MAY GOD BLESS US YET.
Joe.

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