Four Epigrams In April - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
When a man has a lot of money
True friends are a rarity.
When a child hears profanity
He'll be cursing you surely!
Vulgar words destroy poetry
For they express no beauty.
Friendship is a masterpiece of art
A diligent work of the heart.
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