PLANET AT PEACE OR IN PIECES

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JBPOETGARDENER, March 30, 2011

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my finest and only love poem

"Love is the hewing of trees in the forest of the cynical

At first a refusal at recognition

Refusing the mouth trembles

then the eyes stutter

women tear men curse

then why bells were made to ring

Ringing the world over

at the moon with her silly face, first a smile, a bit of worry

then acceptance.

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