Poetry

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A day when the Sun shines bright;if we knew what
Fate could say,would we like to change back into
clay,ask a sage if time's a wage;find some word's
that merit page,a into the past Poet's may find
some words at will they fall from skies or come
in their Earthly Guise;bring surprise with compact
Eyes,each verse a size;an inner vision hears them
call,their span says am a light with sight;as the
darkness fell the day knows well,by a sound named
bell,some words may say let the future give
itself away,are words signs too,as blessings are
fine thoughts to-day;the present is no mere insight,
hails the dawn,the final call is Amen a stall.
Joe.

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