Poetry

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THE DAY'S NOW ENDED AS IT SHOULD,DARKNESS COMES CAN MAKE ONE THINK
LIKE THOUGHT'S MAY COME AND FLOAT IN INK,LIKE SOME SWIMMERS IN THE
WATER AS BEGINNERS,THEIR STROKE'S RETURN TO LEARNERS BOOK'S SOME
WORDS MAY BE DARK AND DIM,WORD'S THEMSELVES MIGHT LEARN TOO SWIM
OR LOAT AND THUS BECOME LESS REMOTE,JUST LIKE THE SEA THAT'S EVER
FREE TOO FIND A LAND AT THOUGHT'S COMMAND,WHERE TALE'S CAN TELL
HOW WORDS WENT WELL,A PARABLE LIFE IS MORE THAN LIFE ON LINE AS WE
BE IN OUR OWN MAKE,IS EACH DAY JUST OUR TAKE REALITY IS NO FIGMENT
AND A DAY IS A NIGHT,WITH STARS GOD GAVE THEM TOO WHEN TIME WAS
NEW THEY HAVE GROWN UP TO-GETHER,AS TIME AND LIGHT GOD KNOWS THEM
FOREVER,AMEN WELL I NEVER,AIN'T LIFE EVER SO CLEVER.
Joe.

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