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Catch Them | ||
| Though I forgot my book of verse, I do not see it as a curse. I can as well a poem write On any scrap I find in sight. The verses never seem to stop. I think I'll write until I drop. They may, of course, be unprofound, But I must write what I have found. I do my best with what I can To further God's almighty plan. The poems come, that's all I know. I always catch them, fast or slow. | ||
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