Poetry

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ON THIS NEW SABBATH DAY APRIL'S MONTH KEEPS FLOWING ON,THREE WEEKS
HAVE GONE LIKE THEY WERE ONE,THOUGH YESTERDAY WENT RAPID TOO LIKE
A STREAM WITH WATER'S FLOW,AN OLD ROAD OUT TO BLARNEY GO;SOME
BOWLER'S REST ROAD CAN THEM TEST THEY SOMETIMES BEST A WINNER'S
QUEST,TOO WANDER BACK BY A LIGHTS OWN TRACK,AND FIND A HILLY ROAD
A TAVERN THEN SLOWED,AS THE LIGHT BEGAN TOO FADE I LAZILY DELAYED,
SHORT CUT THROUGH SOME FIELDS I MADE,NO GATE SO CLIMBED OVER DITCH
WITHOUT A HITCH THE DAY BECAME A PLEASANT WANDER THE GRASSY FIELDS
GAVE ME TIME TOO PONDER,AND NOW AM BACK GOD BLESS US TIME CAN'T
RERACK,STILL HAD MY DAY WHERE SIMPLE PLEASURES LAY,YESTERDAY'S
CALL FOND MEMORIES ALL,AMEN'S RECALL.
Joe.

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