Jack Bowen Poems

To my delight, I solve each night
All worldly problems of the day;
No potentate would stay up late
And lose his rest to contemplate
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This I believe:
That angels shield
And guard each mortal when in need;
Veiled and curtained from man's view
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I suppose, there still are those,
Who never, ever, stub their toes,
Or some uncalled for "faux pas" make;
So for their sake,
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