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tis funny how a single man in time
can see and hold his lifes rememberings
his information flowing in to stay
like easy tides of life who's ends in ryme
make us see our simple lifes reflection
while soaring in like music on the wing
holding us as if these lifes directions
are ours alone and truly ours to sing
somewhere beneath the heat of life's frustrations
the auther of these verses lives again
a mirror of our own held up to nature
recognising beauty in all nations
his rhymes are held within like so much truth
inside our searching souls without reproof