Lawrence S. Pertillar (February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)
Stinging With Fever
Stinging with fever.
And the heat of what is seen,
Wont cool down the temperature...
Accepted and received...
Is a need to self examine,
With a diagnose believed...
That all minds,
Are in need of a healing to mend.
All minds in these times,
We find ourselves in...
Are in need,
With no one who believes this offends.
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