Poetry

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No peace of course can Satan claim;nor Honest Toil would He acclaim.A Tyrants boot our Faith in GOD could uproot;Man's nature
fell by a serpent's guile,but A SECOND EVE,made Satan leave;my
other view,Mister beaky the Starling lands on my front rail,He
chirps,has a lot to say in his very own Birdlike way;let's have
some crumbs today,it is quite cold as my chums can relay,please
be generous and help us to live,we too are GOD'S Creatures,can see
you have ample on your table,share with us while you are able,you
will feel better in every way,there are so many yesterday's but
there always just one to-day,To Mister B;and friends,from
Earthbound J.
Joe.

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