Poetry

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A jigsaw puzzle that is Mankind;pieces everywhere they fit in placesn all are
combined,each country have its own face;part of our Human Race,fall into a
mould for awhile,never static more automatic;to any place you are just another
face afar,cannot displace our mind,our image is our own imprint;in a world of parts,
also stops and starts,where is that final resting place;when jigsaw each day's
each day's you're case,now in abyance am not the right shape;GOD bless i
thought;what will i need to do;live in a Land,where every jigsaw matches Who,
how true,is new, A view.
Joe.

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