Poetry

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MORE GREY THAN BLUE NIGHT SKY LOOKED VACENT,AT 9.30.PM. FRONT
DOOR AJAR ABOUT TOO ASCEND FRONT STAIR,LONE SEAGULL FLYING VERY HIGH UP IN THE SKY,ITS INTENDED FLIGHT PATH VEERING EAST THOUGH
IN ITS NOW HEADED SOUTH,NEARER TO CORK CITY',
RIVER LEE AND DESCENDING RAPIDLY,RIVER WATER'S CALL NO D
OUBT MOUCH CLOSER THAN THE DISTANT SEA,NO OTHER BIRD COULD BE SEEN THE SKY ALONE SEEM'S TO BE THE BIRS'S REWARD,LONNE BIRD,LONE SKY MY PLEASURE TOO WATCH IT FLY IT WENT WHERE IT WAS
MEANT OR SENT,AND FOUND ITS WAY WHERE WATER KEEPS FLOWING
SKIES SPACE IS WIDE AND THE RIVER HAVE ITS TIDE,SKY HAVE SPACE
PEOPLE AND CREATURE'S GOD GAVE ALL A FACE,BY HIS OWN VERY AMAZING GRACE.
Joe.

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