Poetry

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A WALK TO WHERE;ALL OF LIFE LIVES THERE,A WALK RIGHT BACK NEAR
TOO A RIVER'S TRACK,A BRIDGE THAT SHAKES,MAY HAVE SOME OLDISH
CREAKS,NEAR A HILL THAT SPEAKS;ITS WELL HAVE KNOWN WHERE FOLK'S
CAME FROM,FROM A PARK NEAR BY A STREAM'S IN VIEW SOME TREE'S LOOK
TOO,BOTH OLD AND NEW FOREVER IS THAT PLACE NEARBY,JUST BEYOND THE
STARS HELD IN GOD'S TWO GREAT ARMS,WHILE HERE BELOW MANKIND CAN
SHOW;A BRIDGE MAY SPAN WHERE WATER'S ONCE RAN,TIME CAN SHOW A
FACE TWO HAND'S MAY HOLD IT IN LITTLE MOMENTS SPACE,IN ANOTHER
PLACE IT FOREVER CEASES,WHEN TIME IS SLOW CAN WORD'S FORE-GO
TO THAT PLACE I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW FROM HERE BELOW.
Joe.

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