Poetry

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The birds, and the bees not forgetting some lovely Tree's is Heaven a
place too rest a spell;where countless Soul's do dwell,who ever could
consume the light,where darkness went it lost consent;its always that long
lost foe,as only Lighted Soul's would know;Earth can combine where limits
are our own design;Light alway's present at best our own ally,from simple thought
to complex Life,who hears the day where night can't stay;the darkness gives a
losing sigh within the light God's Grace is right,do Heaven give to all a life of
ease,may God itt please with unending see's amen encore agrees.
Joe.

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