Poetry

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What came before may come again,Man knows his own Kin;our Eyes may
become our own writing pen,with pupils showing the light within,and do
recall our living then;aBearded Man knocked at Front Door,for some
water's cold when Summer's hot,few words He offered from the made up skies,
know's Eternitywith all of its Essence;have no demise,in one moment He did
then glance,a Heart so young now know's Him Hence,all of youth's not lost
too truth;herein listens for each thought's conditions,no life need have a
failed remission,say Amen again to considerations.
Joe.

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