Poetry

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MAKING LIFE;WE SEEM TO MAKE SOME EVERYDAY,ITS MUCH THE SAME GOES
BY ITS NAME;REPEATING SOUNDS DITTO ABOUNDSIN THE MAKING AND PLUS
OUR OWN TAKING,BUYING SELLING LIFE KEEPS ON TELLING THIS EARTH'S
OUR DWELLING,NOT THAT SIMPLE TOO MAKE A DAY GOD KNOWS AM SURE
WHERE MEANINGS LAY,SO MUCH TO SAY A MIND'S COLLECTION HAVE A
GREAT SELECTION FROM STOPPING OR COAST TO COAST WHEN WE COME TOO
FIT SOME IN,SO THROUGH THE DAY IS OUR LIMITS PAY WE MAY HAVE SOME
BUT NEVER NONE,EXPERIANCE IS OUR DAY WITH SPREAD IN SILENT MODE
FAR FROM BEING DEAD,SO EASY THEN TO CALL IT DAY EVER HERE WHILE
GOD SHOW'S THE WAY,UNTIL AM CALLED SOME DAY AMEN I PRAY;WILL IT
COME TO STAY WHO KNOW'S TO-DAY.
Joe.

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