But In The Main Poem by Mark Heathcote
But In The Main
No two people are ever the same
By day or by night!
Their tapers both fan the flame
The joy of their light!
No two rivers run smooth or straight.
The valley is ever-winding
But their journey is still binding
For their love to collate.
No two forests are ever the same
One may be a birch another-willow
One may be mountainous another-hollow
But in the main
No two people are ever the same.
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