Fifty Fifty Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Fifty Fifty



I have given to the world
Much of my
Beautiful parks and
Estuaries
But never once
Has any of its
Traffics
Stopped to
Even consider
To offer in return
But a kiss
Or a day spent holding hands
And
Perambulating a place
That half reflects her beauty.

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Robert Rorabeck

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Berrien Springs
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