Poetry

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To visit the unknown,that's never seen in this life we are preceded;so hard to find what's never
lost,to grasp or reach do our mind lack all speech,though our mind may lack age can hasten that
longed for place;a mystery not revealed it's ever thus concealed,what's known i did acquire,and
did it come from GOD'S  OWN FIRE;where did i get my poor attire hande down from those up
higher,if knowing then is showing when,that going out is coming in,no mystery its plain to see;
when in begin,now then.
Joe.

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