Poetry

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CAN ONE'S FACE BECOME ONES OWN SUITCASE,SO FULL OF LONGINGS NOWT
TO DO WITH MATERIAL BELONGINGS,MAY BE EASILY AMAZED AT A SCENIC
PROMINADE,CAN WE CARRY WHAT WE SEE LIKE A MOUNTAIN OR AN OCEAN
THAT BE,AND A BEACHE'S GRAIN'S OF SAND WHAT COULD THEY DEMAND THEY
BE WALKED ON WHERE BARE FEET ARE NEVER GONE,WET OR DRY SAND KNMOWS
OCEANS ARE NEARBY,UNTIL STARR'Y SKY MAY FIT WITHIN ONE'S EYES TRY,
THAT'S ALOT TO CARRY DO ETERNITY STAR'S THEN MARRY,SO WITH STAR'S IN ONE'S EYES GIVE OUR FACE A SURPRISE,WHAT'S ALWAYS ABOUT CAN'T
SUPPLANT IN OR OUT,IF OUR FACE IS OUR SUIT THEN OUR CASE IS NO MOOT
HOPE GOD'S GRACE KNOW'S MY FACE,THAT TIME'S TEST CAN'T ERASE SO
EMPTY OR FULL GOD DO KNOW WHAT WE SEE,MY POOR SUITCASE IS JUST
THIS POOR OLD ME,AMEN IS HOW FREE.
Joe.

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