Poetry

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WHO WOULD TRY TO STEAL THE SUN,GOD PUT IT THERE FOR EVERYONE,THIS
PROSE MY OWN MY THOUGHT'S ARE SOME,DARE SOMEONE TRY TO STEAL THEM
THAT WOULD BE A FALSE ENGAGE,EACH DAY BECOMES ANOTHER TEST FOR ALL
OF US IT COULD BE OUR BEST,SINCE I AM ONLY A PROSE LIKE GUEST MY
OWN THOUGHTS MAY BE MORE OR LESS,MAY UNWANTED FOLK BECOME LIKE A
PUFF OF SMOKE,AND LEAVE MY PROSE TOO THIS OLD JOSE,USE YOUR OWN
THOUGHT'S NOT MY POOR NOUGHT'S,MY OWN TAKES ROOT BUT NOT IN YOUR
BOOT,FROM MY HUMBLE HABITAT MY THOUGHT'S ARE WRITTEN WITHOUT
REGRET,GOD BLESS US ALL SAID AMEN'S RECALL,SO FOR NOW THAT'S THIS
OLD JOE A SPALL. Joe.

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