A S Dobie Poems

Love is something
That you find scattered
Among the few that deserve it
And the rest of us
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There is an eternal youth for the one's that can find it;
It's buried in the dusted grey ash dirt of this planet, they say.
But nobody knows or takes the words for granted;
As those that search, never find what they came for.
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I hurt;
Nobody can see why.
Is my mind squashed?
Are my feet rooted to cold stone?
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