Poetry

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Who finds their way in a World of parts;and discovers then their Heart of
Heart's,life in the morning may begin at Dawn;it opens out a whole new
morn,and as the day brings wear and tear;a toiler's lot shows what was
got,through road's and street's some worker's meet,and travel too a site
quite large;and days become a weeks barage,who finds the Night when
toil stay's quiet,and sleep itself gives now and never;a Soul knows best
when a Heart's at rest,sound sleep becomes a quest;who welcomes lesiure
where there's no known measure,pure heart became God's Gift forever;
and work itself that's good and true depend's upon each talant's new,
who gives away new life each day,HE made the Sun for everyone,us Men
of clay have an Eternal stay,in a Heavenly way,is Amen today
Joe..
                                                                                                              

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