Love is Love,
So who are we to judge?
Hate is hate,
Maybe not innate,
But there's much too much,
Taught, taken advantage of,
Love is love,
In so many different ways
Lucky those,
Whose lives it sways.
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Thirty-Eight simple words, that paragon our downward spiraling society and what it will take to to turn that spiral into an up-soar of universal acquiescence...Succinctly superb, young Missy! You Rock the PH Casbah! ~FjR '17~