Poetry

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NOT STRANGE TOO SAY TREES THEMSELVES LIKE TO GROW UP STRAIGHT,
THOUGH SOME ARE TWISTED CROOKED THEY ARE STILL IN MOTHER NATURE'S
POCKET,THEIR VOICES ARE MUCH THE SAME,THEY MAY DIFFER LIKE THE
WIND AND RAIN,STILL ALL PEOPLE'S THEIR GROWTH IS EVER SOMEWHAT
PLAIN,FAVOURED OF COURSE IS GOD'S EARTH THE SUN AND MUCH WATERED
RAIN,ROOTS ARE SO FAR BELOW THE GROUND WE TREAD UPON,TREES REVEAL
THEIR OWN FASHION SHOW,THEIR UPWARD'S TOO SKIES BLUE GREY AND RED,
LIFE IS EVER LIVING TILL THEY BE PAST THEIR GIVING,GOD BLESS THE
TREES AND LIKE OTHER PLANT'S WILL ALSO PLEASE,WE ARE DOWN HERE
AND THIS EARTHLY WORLD WE SHARE,TREES WE KNOW AS GOD DO SHOW,
THEY CME TOO LIFE FROM WAY DOWN BELOW,WE TOO RISE FROM OUR DEMISE
WHE GOD REPLIES,AT AMEN'S IMPROVISE.
Joe.

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