Poetry

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FROM THE FOREST OF TREES ALL ITS LEAVES IT MAY SEIZE,TOO THE
GRASS ON THE GROUND IT CAN GROW WITHOUT SOUND,AND THE FLOWER'S WE
THEIR AROMA SMELLS SO FREE,THE SKY LOOKS SO RED IS IT TIME NOW FOR
BED,OR IS IT THE MORNING INSTEAD THE SKY HAVE MANY FACES FOR ALL
WORLDLY PLACES,THE SUNNY SUN DOES IT KNOW ITS ONE WHEN IT NEEDS TO
REST IT DO KNOW THE WEST,AS FOR DAYLIGHT'S HOURS MAY BRING SOME
RAINY SHOWERS,SLEET OR RAIN SNOW FALLS THE SAME EXCEPT AM SO
WHITE AND PURE GOD CAN SEND ME AT ANY HOUR,WHEN YOU ARE ASLEEP AM
SOUNDLESS AWAKE,WHO CALLS THE WIND OR KNOW'S THE SEAS CAN ALSO
SEND A NICE COOL BREEZE,WHO SENDS THE SUN WHEN MORNING'S COME
ON AN UNCLEAR SKY THE MOON MAY HAVE SOME FOG IN ITS EYE,STILL ON
A CLEAR NIGHT SKY THE STAR'S ARE LIKE SPARKLING GEM'S AND NOW THE
SILVERY MOON LIGHT'S THE NIGHT,AND LIFTS THE GLOOM GOD BLESS ALL
UPON THE EARTH,IS IT REALLY JUNE,THEN AMEN MAY CROON.
Joe.

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