Poetry

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THE ROAD.THAT SPECIAL ROAD THE ONE YOU MAY SEE WHEN THE MILES ARE
FOR FREE,ANY LEFT OR RIGHT TURN AS I WALKED THE LEFT TURN GOT
FURTHUR AWAY,THEN AS I ROUNDED THE BEND IT JUST SEEMED TOO MEANDER
WITH ONLY SCRUB LAND,AS THOUGH IT ALL HAD FELL FAST ASLEEP THE
ROAD AND THE LAND JUST A MOMENTARY PEEP,IS IT ANOTHER WAY LIFE MAY
LET US GLIMPSE TIME,INTO A SLUMBER THAT KNOWS ANY KIND OF NUMBER
OR LIKE A MADE UP DAY WHERE ANY DAY MAY STRAY,HOW TIME AND SPACE COMES TO US ALL BY GOD'S OWN GRACE,DOES LIFE ITSELF RHEN COME TO BE
AND ROADS ARE THERE FOR ANY OTHER WHERE,RALITY NEED NOT STAND AGHAST,IMAGINATION BY ITSELF HAVE JUST GONE PAST,HOW AMEN DO LAST.
Joe.

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