Poetry

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Am not obsolete as yet,able to rise from my own Bed Inset,from Front Door can walk to my Garden Gate,can clip my Hedge with a
clipping shears,also brush the steps of climbing stairs,although
have to say am a minor player,still Imay offer a silent Prayer;
my dictionary gives a three letter word;its spelled ODD;plus pea,
and pod,or son from sod,must not forget the most important one;
its spelling refers to our ALMIGHTY FATHER,whom we also call GOD;
HIS PRESENCE IN ETERNITY,that is a place we all hope to see,my
chores are few,no cry or hue,from my prose like mind;other three's are hat,sat,and of course my CAT,so from Irish Pat,its
slan leat,or good bye for now;GOD BLESS US ALL,as HE ALONE KNOWS HOW,is that a Bow,how Trees do grow GOD TELLS US NOW.
Joe.

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