Poetry

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For some'emeralds,diamonds,or some gold as well,very nice i do hear tell'thought's and words from my minds display,have lots of
these any other day,they be there for free,no prose will flee;
sometimes they come with a rush of gray,and on other days they
remain at bay,my mind ticks over with so many words unsaid a copy
book is my own landing ground;they can float right down and rest
at will,writing quill is used to the drill,prose is there any time
of day or year;it is a mind's own fuel,has a simple rule,think
some thoughts that are good,and words are there like they should,
God is good,with a mind's alarm may God save us from all harm;
and guide us all home to where forever's a tome.
Joe.

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