Gentle lines
In weathered stone
A beauty marked
By time
Patinaed, etched
Distressed
By life and the elements
Beautiful all the more
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Red and the Wolf
I knew the wolf
To be a wolf
But in the forest
He was kind to me
So did not think
To give a shout
Let Grandma know
Wolf was about
April fool, tis me
No fool
The Woodsman, he
Fortunately
Or for dessert
Wolf would have had
Me
Opposable Thumb
Our love affair with our mind, which freed us.
But I remind you of this humble digit,
But I remind you of this humble digit,
Which put us on our feet,
So our grasp could reach higher,
Love is easier
I am as baffled by our ability to love as our ability to hate, and especially baffled by people who seem to love hating. How is that possible?
I no longer have the energy for hate. It brings me no pleasure, no relief, only tension, pain, anger.
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