Poetry

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THUS FAR IN MONTH OF JUNE LITTLE BIT OF SUN TOO HELP THE DAY ALONG,
THE SKY IS OVERCAST THOUUGH I AM THE SKY DO YOU EVER REALLY WONDER
WHY,YOU TOO MAY GET OLD AND GREY AND YOUR GREYNESS WILL LAST FOR
MORE THAN ONE DAY,MY KIND OF GREY IS ABOVE YOUR HEAD MAY LAST A
DAY I CANNOT LIE NO NEED TO TRY,AGE MAY KEEP ON PASSING BY STILL
I'LL BE HERE TILL YOU WILL GO TO WHERE,SO FOR NOW YOU CAN STAY
HERE;THINK THE RAIN WILL GO TOO SOME ARID PLAIN AND THE SUN WILL
SHINE AND UNDER BLUE SKIES YOU MAY DINE,SINCE I AM THE SKY GOD
WILL TOO ALL WHY,AFTERALL HE DIED FOR THEE AND ME ROSE FROM THE
DEAD ,AS THE SKY I CAN BE GREY,BLUE AND RED BUT YOUR LITTLE GREY
MAY GROW UPON YOUR OWN HEAD INSTEAD,AMEN. IS THAT WELL SAID,
SINCE TOO YOU ITS WED.
Joe

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