Poetry

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BREATH'S ANY MAN IN HIS OWN NATIVE LAND,PLANNED
BY GOD'S OWN HAND THE EARTH MAY SOLVE A MYSTERY,
AND TIME ITSELF IS HISTORY,WHEN A SEAGULL DID FLY
SO, SO HIGH SOME GREAT DISTANCE HAD JUST PASSED BY
THIS WILL BE MY SHORTENED TRY,SINCE DISTANCE GAVE
THE BIRD NO ALARM,BY AN OCEAN BOUND ITS PLACE IT FOUND
DWOULD THAT I COULD FLY I TOO WOULD TRAVEL NIGH,
AM NOW IN THE WATER NOW AS THE SEA KEEP'S ON SHOWING
THANK'S FOR FLYING NEXT TO ME,YOU ARE OF THE EARTH
WHILE I AM IN THE SEA,OF THAT SOLE FACT WE CAN BOTH
AGREE,AS I FLY HIGH ALL ON THE EARTH KNOW'S WHY,
ITS AMEN GOOD BYE OLD MISTER SIGH,GOD GIVES WINGS
TO ALL OF HIS OWN FOUNDLING'S.
Joe.

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