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Alice Clark Poem
From a tiny acorn buried by a squirrel
Grows a mighty oak tree to brighten up the world
An accident of nature,or part of Gods great plan
To keep this old world going despite destructive man?
All the wonderous miracles of nature that we see
Could not survive if God did not keep working constantly.
As fast as He can build it,no matter what the plan
Man comes right along behind and tears it down again.
They give no thought of what will come of their selfish depredation,
Or that they are the keepers of all of Gods great creations.
That they themselves are said to be the greatest plan of all,
How mighty stands the giant, just before his fall.
Copyright © Alice Clark | Year Posted 2006
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Alice Clark Poem
I read a little poem once
I do not know who wrote it
some little words so much like me
I very often quote it
"They said it couldn't be done
With a smile he went right to it
He tackled that job that couldn't be done
And couldn't do it."
When the doctor told me
I had to quit my smoking
I looked at him and said "now Doc
You surely must be joking."
For thirty seven years now
I've puffed upon these things
From roll your own to Lucky Strikes
Then on to filter kings
But I guess that I can stop now
Though it may cause sweat and tears
And it might even take me
Thirty seven years
Copyright © Alice Clark | Year Posted 2006
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