Poetry

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EACH DAY BECOMES ITS OWN TOO TAKE,WHICH COPY BOOK AND PEN CAN MAKE,
FROM SOUNDLESS THOUGHT TO A SILENT KNOCK CAN REST UPON A SOLID ROCK
JUST TAKING STOCK,THE EARLY START THAT EYES CAN SEE,And newness
tell's what's free will be,not mangled more untangled like the
clear air,are thoughts then like a growing crop quite unaware the
ground's not bare,living thoughts are giving as the earthly clay
gives life away,and growing thought's may see their way to unlock
a secret named yesterday,from sitting down to standing up then
like pressured pot steam's soon's forgot as it only shows what
life is not,new thoughts may come and show the way,god bless us
am here is it still to-day,dunno;will time resign try stay awhile,
are looks a sign,by god's design.
Joe.

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