Poetry

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SILENCE,COMES ONCE AGAIN;AND SILENCE IS LIKE A NO SCENE WHERE,A
CLOCK'S OWN FACE LACKS TIME'S OWN GRACE,ITS HAND'S POINT DOWN TOO
SIX THEY LOOK UNALIVE NOT LIKE A 7,OR A 5;IN SILENCE FIND THAT INNER SPACE,FREEDOM'S THOUGHT GIVES A MIND RELIEFTHE COMPASS OF
THE MIND CAN FIND ALL ENDLESS SPACE,CAN SILENCE BE THAT INNER KEY
WHERE THOUGHT'S BECOME THEIR OWN LOCKED CROP,WITH LIMIT'S TRY AND
INNER EYE THE UNIVERSE IS FOUND NEARBY,TOO LIVE AND HOPE I NEED
MORE SCOPE,GOD BLESS US WILL I FIND A WAY WHERE A
PERSON LAY ,WE MAY LIKE HELLO,AND NOT GOOD--BYE

IN AMEN'S ALIGN DO WE GET A SIGN,OR A MIME FOR A TIME.Joe/..

CEL

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