bigot, with your dry bones,
you slain, then slaughter
into these 4 winds,
and your mean words drop
like bombs, and your hatred
kills every thing, , that it touches,
but not love, no, not true love.
True love is inpenetrable to discord..Good Work, David... FJR
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Splendid piece... true love lingers on