Poems from Afouse

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my poems
work through the morning hours work while the dew is sparkling work mid springing flowers   work while the day grows brighter under the...
all things being equall but yet we still discriminate we are all equall nomatter our heights our colour   we where all created by one man...
i hear the voices of souls being lost forever oh who will go telling them salvation story looking to the savior   counting not the cost for...
there is a name inwhich we all must fight against that name so small but very wicked that name has destroyed lifes and seperated   many...
oh no our ends must sirely come it blows like a slow breez with a very horrible soundlike that of a wolf   it never tells us when it shall...

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