Some folks,
Hold fast to,
Their pain,
Like,
It's a blanket.
Sore comfort,
That harsh fabric,
Covering ones eyes,
With only,
The bad things,
Mad things,
And hurt.
There is too much anger/hate/fear in humanity and I fear it bodes ill for the future.
peace
Thursday, September 09, 2010
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