Poetry

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PROSE;HOW THE DARK CAN BITE INTO THE LIGHRT,A VERY EALY MORNING
TAKE AT 1.20.AM;WITH COPY BOOK AND PEN MAY AS WELL START AGAIN,A CLOCK NO HAND'S HOW LONENLY IT STANDS LIKE A SENTENEL STANDING BY,
CAN TIME COLLIDE WITH NO HAND'S TO GUIDE PEN MAY CARRY ON FOR NOW,
WORDS DO WAIT TOO KNOW THEIR FATE TIME IS ALWAYS SOME TAKE IT HOME
THERE CAN'T BE NONE,GOD MADE TIME IT IS HIS WILL WHILE WORDS ARE
WHERE WE WILL FIND THEM THERE,TIME MAY WANDER AND WHEN NO TWO HAND'S CAN STAY ITS WILL,AT EITHER HOUR TIME MAY SHOW ITS POWER
CAN'T IGNORE IT WOULD I COULD JUST STORE IT,BE YOUR AGE SAID MY PROSE LIKE PAGE,LIFE AND TIME DO AMEN ENGAUGE.
Joe.

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