Poetry

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OH;Human kind when will we find a Mind that's resolute and kind,wrapped
up in clay should greet each day;with matter grey can find a way,into
places where Soul's do lay;can be placid unlike made up acid or a venom pen
when ink's gone sour,and poor words will cower;descend where lower not
Nature's Mother,tempest mind is no prose find;do i dare too speak when my
mind is weak,there you'll find the Devil's cheek,words may tumble from a
kind of dryer,or even jump from fry pan's fire,GOD alone can lift us higher;
Body ,Soul ,and Mind may seek yet only GOD alone do make them speak,
a Mind so wide it lives inside,overcomes false pride,be all goodminded,
Gods lives beside it.
Joe.

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