Poetry

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WITH EACH DAY COMES ITS VERY OWN SEARCH,AND NEWNESS BRINGS MORE
THOUGHT'S THAN THINGS,SHOWERED RAIN ON WINDOW PANE DROPS FALL ITS
WATER ALL,WHEN SUN CAME TOO CLOUDS FLED FROM VIEW,AND NOW THIS DAY
IS NO CASTAWAY,WITH HOUR'S TIME WORDS BECOME OUR WINE AND NOW OUR
DAY MAY STRIDE HUMILITY WILL MAKE PRIDE GO WHEN FALSE WE KNOW,WHO
NEEDS AN EMPTY DAY GOD CAN GIVE SUNSHINE'S RAY,AROUND THE GLOBE IS
OUR DAILY PROBE,OUR SECRETS ARE OUR THOUGHT'S UNCLOTHED,REMEMBER
THEN YOUR THOUGHT'S I KNOW THIS DAY WIIL JOIN YOUR MILESTONE'S FLOW
FIND YOUR SECRET AS THE DAY WILL KNOW YOU COME AGAIN WHEN I TELL YOU WHEN, YOUR ALMIGHTY FATHER SO JUST FOR THIS DAY,JUST SAY AMEN
ONCE MORE AGAIN.
Joe.

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