Poetry

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ON THE FIRST OF JUNE IT DID NOT CROON,THE RAIN JUST FELL AS THE SKY
KNOW'S WELL,SO I WILL REMINESS WITH SOME THOUGHT'S OF BLISS AND
WILL THINK ABOUT THE MAN WHO WORE PLAID, COULD RUN FOR MILES TILL
NO MORE WAS HAD,WITH HAND'S LIKE WINGS HE COULD FLY THROUGH SPACE,
WHERE THE ANGELS SANG THEY DID KNOW HIS FACE,ANOTHER FIRST FOR THE HUMAN RACE,THOUGH A COAT HE WORE HE KNEW GOD FOR SURE,WHO WOULD
WANT TO ASK FOR MORE,JUST ASK THIS MAN OF LORE AND THE COAT HE
WORE IS NO JEST,IT IS OF COURSE FROM MY SCHOOL DAY'S CHEST,PHEW.
IF I COULD RUN HIM A RACE DO I NEED TOO SAY,WHO WON THE RACE THAT
DAY HE WAS MILES AWAY, I AM STILL ON THE BURN'T BURNY ROAD LANE,
HIS SWIFTER FEET I WAS SO VERY PROUD TOO MEET,FROM THE PLAID MAN
WHAT AN AMAZING FEAT.
Joe.

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