Poetry

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Thought's and feelings;so special in their own way,sometimes at a
certain hour of the day,it can happen on any day;and always in
that slight emotional way,relaying how a feeling last's,though
from the past;if the present were within this hour,there's that
special kind of power;a feeling that leaves an imprint,it feels
as though it did itself invent,from memories pastit have a newness
nothing to do with being bright;or clever there's a brief kind of stay for that certain time of the day,can't be contained or
retained;words themselves cannot reveal,its like counting moments
in a field,when they last till they are gone,until next in time
thought can't equate a date;GOD BLESS US,i hope i ain't left my
Prayer too late.
Joe.

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