Poetry

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THERE BE NO DEPTH TO WHERE I HAD CREPT,NO BED OR BOARD COULD NOT
AFFORD THE DAY SO LONG YET FEET WERE STRONG,UNPROMPTED MIND SOME
SOLACE FOUND,A KIN TO FOLK THEY RARELY SPOKE UNTIL SUNLIGHT ALL
US AWOKE,SOME DAY'S LIKE NIGHT THE DARK COULD BITE LATE, LATE DAYS
ALL AWAIT HOPE FOR THIS AND HOPE FOR THAT,IS THIS THE PLACE WE'RE
REALLY AT,IF LIFE'S A HIDE FROM DEEP INSIDE ONE WORD NO SUM IT MAY
LEAD TO VERY IMPORTANT ONE,BEGIN COMES FROM WITHIN SO MUST PRAY
FOR HOPE AND TRUST IN GOD,WE MAY ALL INTREAT WHAT SOUL COULD SLEEE
WHEN GOD WE MEET,ATONE,ATONE GOD DO KNOW OUR HOME;SAY AMEN WE ARE
NEVER ALONE.
Joe.

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