Poetry

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Can't put my own Life in a book;all actions are like a flowing
brook,until Life trickles to a drop;GOD HIMSELF may then say stop,
my own going day may be near or far,could be in a chair or a
comfort's where,will there be an inwards silent cheer,time's bell
will tell how deep a Well;Water is Life's valued source We know,
from ETERNITY GOD DO SHOW,LIVING is a Place we come to know,to
sow and reap no Life is cheap,unless I IGNORE GOD'S WAY,my Life is lost and MY SOUL TELL'S WHY TO-DAY,when Sin is small would much prefer if there were none at all,actions speak words may weep,no life IS DEAD,UNTIL GOD SAYS SLEEP,Your Soul I KEEP WHEN LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE.
Joe.

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