Poetry

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And once the road is found;the many avenues at
one time known,have long since gone through
change of plan,many places have altered faces;
main roads had traffic flow,roads we know that
GOD will show,each one a lesson with a blessing,
for many miles and sometimes not;experience have
a say,along the way each day,each mile became a
stone that talked;outworn by some other's mark;
a cobbled boot could give a spark,with hobnailed
bark;now sole's can park,rest spell to hear others
tell,life can have that load of mind,that's a life
with miles behind,no road's the same unlike that
living lane,so much pain in the end did Heaven gain
GOD saw the strain,now blest Amen.
Joe.

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