Txts2me:
Never mind.
Never mind, this soul and body is,
a collection of a group of things..
..of thoughts, ideas, and feelings, gifts,
which have come down from goodness up above..
Who lives, in places that are unseen now?
One day, will we see things more clearly, or,
be only a little less befuddled.
Who cares for us on earth down here below..?
We men, and mice, have futures, even though,
at times there is less goodness, and more woe,
the so-called bad, it's difficult to know,
that in our struggles, we can surely grow.
There's not a soil more fertile than that one,
in which a person finds that he is on.
..and, trusting in the gardener, which keeps,
our souls. I'm told, this watchman never sleeps.
His dream-time is our hist'ry here in time,
he's keeping it together in his mind;
and as we make our choices, learn to rhyme
with his intentions. Ours he's sure to find!
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