Poetry

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Life so minute not in dispute;it may wander in
from whence did it begin,like thought's inside
the Eye,no wonder will deny in time each passing day
do hurry where it may,is fate then just a state;
where time can never wait,questions are unwilling
depends upon their spelling,do Truth become its
own recruit and answer why Life's so minute,it
don't confute Man's own pursuit,is it nature's way
too keep minds in play;and hope to find an answered
day,we may be here for a minute stay;still its Our
Almighty Father who gives Life away each day,i pray
from J.
Joe.

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