Strange Ways - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
Days of fortune spring upon us.
Lost in some maze of our mind.
Where whipper wiles play on fire.
Strange such places exist.
Roaming the passage ways of GOD.
Finding an eternal bliss in life.
Ways begotten from a lost memory.
Trifle songs sung by the choir.
copyright 2004 POEWHIT
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