Poetry

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Prose is here on any day,in a happened way;front gate half opened,thats
ajar its never broken;my Cat Tibbo wants his food,when he looks at me
his purr's agree,the rain is pelting down outside;stay indoor's safest way,
this market day must let it sway,if only time itself could stop,its ever there
when i am not,arching colours in the sky,thats a Rainbow GOD showed
us why,like Heaven's nigh,when the sky gets red it seems as though the
clouds had bled,only GOD can raise the dead, Amen's well said.
Joe.
me                                                         

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