Poetry

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START OUT ON A SUNDAY SOME PROSE RELAY,DARK CLOUDS JUST HANG ABOUT
CAN'T SPEED THEM UP TO DISAPPEAR,SKIES FACE IS WASHED WHERE DARK CLOUDS
GAVE HURT,NICE BLUE RESTORE TO SKY ONCE MORE SKIES CAN GIVE SOME
SHOWERS HELP TOO MAKE LOVELY FLOWERS SHOULD ITS FACE LOOK CROSS WELL
THEN IT IS THE BOSS,ITS OVERHEAD SINCE GOD HAD SAID HOW FAR BACK DO MYSTERIES TALK OR PLANETS WALK,THE EARTH LIKES TOO CIRCLE THE SUN DO
THEY BOTH LOOK LIKE SOME AMONG,THE MOON HAVE A VIEW IT LOOKS LIT UP
TOO NO FLASH IN THE PAN IT CAN AND DID WELCOME MAN AND WO-MAN,SO SINCE
ALL TIME BEGAN IT LIKES TO RUN CONTINUAL BLESS US CANNOT STOP HOWEVER
CAN THAT BE,ISANT IT ALL TIED UP WITH ETERNITY MY PROSE TELLS ME TIME
IS ALWAYS NEW,AMEN HOW TRUE FOR YOU AND I FOR NOW GOOD BYE,AMEN WE
MAY TRY.
Joe.

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