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Little Joe
Where did you go
little Joe?
I see the seasons
and I fear the change.
and in my life
I think it,s time
for rearranging.
Time to take things slow
Where did you go little Joe?
The timber wolf
howls in the pine
he knows the seasons
and it's time to die.
My life's been empty; more then you could know
Where did you go little Joe?
I pray and yearn
that you are fine
may Jesus keep you
in his hand.
The years have
run away to soon
My life is like
drifting sand
I've only reaped what I have sown:
Where did you go little Joe?
Copyright ©
Allen Beilschmidt Sr.
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