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Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Poem: On the train of God

poem twenty

Everybody is running
Not on an express train
But the train of God

The trees comes out with an age
Man comes out with an age
All calculated by circles of the earth

Husbands and wives
Are in the olympics of God
Nobody takes anything
All will shine with God

There is no tall or small
There is no snail or lion
What can you grab
When the hero God
Has not made it like that

God gave his universe to us
What shall we give if we can't grab
Goodies for God

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