Poetry

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Always wonder when,where Life was born,in chaos plenty the Earth
was empty;until vision's Eye created why,knowing is that day away,
it comes at once soon fades from view;cannot grasp like taste,or thirst;Life's own moments are a fleeting first,time speaks while
Man seeks,hours go while years may show,everything in place will bring;what lasts do time and space themselves have molds,GOD GIVES OUR SOULS,includes our roles,a spirit locked inside a shell
will truly know what Life will tell,Life itself can thus amaze,
to sit and wonder or to sit and gaze.
Joe

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