Poetry

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My prose this SUNDAY;from my writing page,its their very own stage
their length or size may give some surprise,from an age ago one
could write quite slow;content,and time ;could show written line,
no tapping Keys,but pen's and ease when ink did please;some words
reflect my own defect's,is it rush race don't lose your place;
still with GOD'S GOOD GRACE,will find some peace,its not on lease;
like Mill with Wheel,not hard like steel,must clasp to feel they be all real;a change without much change in Man,a winner or an also ran,fishes swim,birds do fly;will us Mankind ind our place
on High,GOD HAVE made our space like place,will I find it only
GOD CAN TELL,its not of course in my own ink well,REALITY;that
special place no words could spell.
Joe.

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