Write what you like and read all the type,
I'm using my pen and need a wife whether will wipe;
You're reading the type I have typed with my computer,
And you need the look and type of a commuter.
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What are the twelve disciples are they apostles or stones,
When their birthdays are they typed numbers or phones;
If you can read the type of people you see,
Is their face giving them away or have you just paid me.
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I typed and I read and now you are expecting me to lead?
But just wait your turn and have the patience you need;
I need the patience to type and to read a bit faster,
So something which is something I can rewrite and master.
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I write at my own speed and whenever I like,
When I can or am led or am some other kind of life;
The type that you read is stars to what words,
And to people without brains who think pills are birds.
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If the type and the read are a book in your hand,
The books on the shelf will all mount up quite grand;
All the type that I read or write will all walk around on legs,
And I'm eating chicken or fish and begging for eggs.
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Type and read words and I'll find out what kind they'll be,
For those who know Jesus and or even possibly me;
Book shops are full of publishers and books to be read,
So now ends this poem, wondering if I am dead or am led.
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Signed
What life is a word.
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