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Written February 12th, 1998
The world bears so much
Hate
Upon it's shoulders
Love
Is almost nonexistent for most
Precious few have found it in truth
Or kept it for long
Once they find it
They rejoice in their good fortune
Only to lose it in a short time
For selfish, petty reasons
E-mail me at:SmileyCarli@yahoo.com