Poetry

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All peoples seem to walk about,from mind within;seeking each day's meeting,plain speaking or reflecting,thoughts can come like
summer sun;while rain filled clouds will drift along,a darkened
Sky will tell no lie,a rumbled sound some thunder found;or l
lightening's flash a fleeting panache,from outer visions no inner
collisions,and bright filled skiesto doubting why's,GOD'S GRACE
CAN LEAD,good thoughts procede,can thoughts then die,and good
reason sigh,is Mind like Heart where all questions start,no
limit to our very own mind,whilst here below,our mind's thought's
may flow,they rest in peace;where HEAVEN IS,will they need to
cease,or thus increase.
Joe.

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