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Some future work:

I have, like most poets, a lot of old, un or seldom read verses dating back to a 14 year old on a farm in New Jersey where I wrote

The stars spread over Heaven
Like little golden sands
Thrown in a careless pattern
By a pair of Holy Hands.
to which my sister added,
"There they twinkle brightly
Where you and I may see,
Shining in the heavens
Like silver filigree."

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