Poetry

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IS OUR WORLD STILL LISTENING FOR TOCSIN SOUND,AN ALARMING BELL
OVER TIME DO TELL,JUST AN ORDINARY HOUSE DWELLER NO FORTUNE
TRY STRIVE TO ENTER BY THE NARROW GATE,PRAY GOD I WILL NO BE LATE
MANMADE SOUND IS A SIMPLE GONG,CAN NATURE BE OUR VISION'S TELL AND
WE JUST HAVE OUR LIFE'S OWN SPELL,EACH DAY BECOMES THAT NARROW GATE
TIME NEVER STATIC ALL WIDE ROAD'S ARE THEY WANDERLY,QUOTE.DID NOT
OUR GOOD LORD SAY,IN HIS APOCALYPTIC WAY,THOSE WHOM I LOVE I REBUKE
AND CHASTISE,UNQUOTE.HOPE THE NARROW WAY IS MY OWN SIZE,IN GOD'S STATED WAY SHOWED US ALL TO-DAY,BE IT ONLY ONE ITS SO NARROW JUST'
FOR YOU AND ALL MY SON,HOW SOON I COME,SO IS YOUR'S NOW GONE,
AMEN IS ONE.
Joe.
TELLER

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