Poetry

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I PICKED UP A THIMBLE INSTEAD OF A CUP,IF LAUGHTER WERE STITCHE'S
COULD MEND MY OWN BREECHES,IF A BRIDGE HAD A SPAN COULD TRAVEL BY
TRAM,ROAD'S CAN BE SHORT OR GO FOR MILE'S ON;AND ON
TIME IS AS OLD OR AS YOUNG AS CAN BE,ITS EVERYWHERE YOU ARE ON
MOUNTAIN TOP OR RESTING IN YOUR VERY OWN CAR,MY PROSE CANNOT
FATHOM OLD FATHER TIME,AS HAVE ONLY KNOWN HIM FOR A VERY SHORT
WHILE,AS AN EYE HAVE A NEEDLE AND A THREAD MAY WELL SAY I WOULD
LIKE TOO GO THROUGH WILL YOU LET ME TO-DAY,YOU ARE SO NEW YOU
FIXED A TEAR IN SOME FABRIC I WEAR,YOU MAY BE JUST ONE WOUULD YOU
PLEASE TELL ME OLD SON,WHEREVER DID ALL NEEDLE'S COME FROM WELL
GOD BLESS US ALL HOW TIME DO RACE,ITS AMWN WITH GOD'S GRACE I
WONDER IS TIME ALSO A PLACE.
Joe.

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