Poetry

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As I recline on my old Settee,outside my front window some folks
walk by,regardless of age or stage,I then reflect on a Human
connect;sometimes I pray for GOD'S KINGDOM TO COME,no more walking
down the street,wondering if I will meet or greet,i do not expect to be around,the very last day will be so Profound,for all alive
who are still around;as i sit on my Settee,my limits are what i can tell,folks walking by or standing still;no more waiting at
front gate,or walking along Pavements late,those who go to Heaven
then;will have no need of writing pen,will miss my own blank page
while i am in Purgatory's unlit stage,no acting there for a
penitent's wage,my own sins will be my gauge.
Joe.

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