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High In The Sky
A man named Bob,
Flies high in the sky,
We all look at him,
And ask him why?
He said that he must,
It's got to be done,
He has to sort out,
And help them be one.
But the nights are so long,
And he often gets tired,
But they say that he's needed,
So far and so wide.
And so he sits back,
And dreams of the day,
When he walked and he talked,
And helped peace to stay!
Joy Weare.
13th October, 2004.
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