Poetry

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The numbers gone,and the numbers to come;all add up to a single one, will have lots to say on a
certain day;the present is our time of now,my time is brief yet time's no thief,what a relief;for
every hour GOD GIVES IT POWER,the questions lie as time strolls by,WHY;many are deprived of
their right to be,reasons are quite plain to see,that word indicment,is no pleasantry,my humble
prose prompts the word arise,life's not surmise,when fingers wag,may add a tag,take refuge in
some rocky crag;a second sight gave terrible fright,may GOD give to all his guiding light,
amen's invite.
Joe.

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