Poetry

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No thoughts unheard,mere words inferred;what do a pendelum imply,
it knows two words like tick and tock,time itself may unlock,it
flows ,and grows can't ever stop,what then is free as Igrow old
I dwell down here Time comes from where,its everywhere,that i am
near;sometimes i feel that i am near,GOD BLESS US ALL;HE gives us
time to share,GOD knows its measure and our own most inward
treasure,a Clock have Hands like WE AS WELL,its Face don't weep
but its hands may creep,always ready with movements steady,will
this HERE MAN BE EVER READY,GOD'S GRACE WILL TELL,where all of
time have fell,GOD'S BOOK OF LIFE is time's final bell,I hope
all is well.
Joe.

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