Poetry

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Prose arose though mind have froze;thoughts may
wander in eyes awake with inner sight,words asleep
mind can them keep;until they thaw then no flaw,
distance to those places kept;though broad and wide
they stay inside,in silence found they tend too
hide;until they hide and show that side,secrets
vanish poor mind is famished,may find their way
too eternity;or down to Earth where body ,mind and
Spirit berth,will GOD us call and show us our
worth,where time's invert,hope stays alert amen is
worth,good thoughts on Earth,
Joe,

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