Poetry

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A DAY WILL COME JUST LIKE THE BRIGHTEST GOLDEN SUN,BLESS US WHAT
IS HAPPENING TO OUR HUMAN RACE;MY PEN CAN HARDLY KEEP APACE,HOW
ALARMING ANTS KEEP RUNNING TO AND FRO;IS IT SOMETHING THAT THEY
ALSO SEEM TO KNOW,NOT SO UNUSUAL FOR THEM TO SEE BUSY LIKE DAILY
TRAFFIC,AIN'T TIME TERRIFIC STILL MY PROSE CAN'T SUM EVERYTHING
UP,WHO HAVE IT ALL COMBINED IN THEIR MIND;NO PANIC YET OF COURSE
CAN'T GET HOARSE BY PENNING PROSE,LUCKY MY PEN IS NOT PLAYING
HOOKY;OR MY BRAIN IS NOT LODGED IN THE PAWN,STILL WITH INTEREST
PAID AM NOT WAYLAID,WILL TRY NOT TO BE MISTER GO SLOW,WON'T RUN FROM FAITH AND TRUTH OR THE ALMIGHTY FATHER ABOVE,SO AMEN I PRAY
STILL ALIVE TO-DAY;FANCY THAT MR.J.WELL OKAY.

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