Poetry

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Prose can be like random rubble;the words you take may be any
shape,also look quiet uneven,but with a tilt,find a place like in
a patchwork quilt,depends upon the tradesman's eye;say hello,not
goodbye,not so heavy,give me a place where i can rest,then in you're wall will look my best,then i may join up with all of the
rest,each stone stands out in its own way;when wall is finished
all have their say,big or small all gave a call mister tradesman
please put wherever you can,all will fit together regardless of
the weather,GOD made us all solid and strong,for GOD knows
how long,till time's all gone,so keep on building old chum.
Joe

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