Poetry

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ONLY A WRITER OF SOME SUPPOSE,ANY DAY IS A PROSE DAY IN A WAY SOME
THOUGHT'S AT PLAY,A TREE MAY TELL US WHAT TOO SAY IN A KIND OF
LEAFY WAY,LIKE IN A BREEZE JUST TO PLEASE CAN SOUND BECOME WHAT A
BRANCH COULD SAY,WHEN THE WIND DO THEM SWAY TREE'S DO GROW IN
QUIETUDE,THEIR HEIGHT BECOMES THEIR OWN DELIGHT,GIANT REDWOOD'S
GROW UP WITHOUT A FIGHT,AND GOD GAVE THEM THEIR AMAZING SIGHT,GOD DO MARVELOUS THINGS TOOPLEASE,ALL OF LIFE HE MADE LIKE THESE MORE'S
THE PITY MANKIND DON'T SUIT,ARE WE TO BUSY ENGAGED IN USELESS
PURSUIT,MAY GOD FORGIVE MY SINFUL WAYS DAY BY DAY THE GOOD LORD
HAVE SAID,HE SEND OR TAKE ANY DAY COULD THIS BECOME A DAY INSTEAD,
AMEN HATH SAID.
Joe.

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