Anne M. Blanchard Poems

God made us a gift of laughter.
We must use it often
to hide stern, unhappy thoughts,
maybe harsh words to soften. We shouldn't laugh at others,
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The world is full of strife and trouble,
not much peace and quiet, that's for sure.
Violence and meanness are raging
over air and streets that once were pure. Goodness can't seem to overcome bad,
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Twisting, dashing down a cliff,
dancing waters fall so fast,
joining many other streams,
making a river large, at last. Gurgling, laughing over boulders,
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