Poetry

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Whilst,sitting on my chair relaxed;my thoughts keep
trying to come back,can a Mind then ever weep;good
thoughts may send it too sleep,in a dreaming state
do one's Mind relate a prompted fate,as future's
mate from stretching out though sitting still,
A MIND may wander where it will,look backwards
forwards as well could the future it may tell;
GOD DID IT CONSIGN no Man's limited design,for
those with no shadow's their Body,and Soul reject
who they be,and thoughts have no vision until they
are set free,thought's have no shadow's they are
in Head's all around,does the future have sound;
will wonder rebound.
Joe.

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