You ask me why
I like the guy
Whose faith it is
That every flower
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just been reading a few of your poems - love the style, the sharpness in observation and directness - and of course the use of Aussie specifics like Esky in another of your poems...
Personal choice, the freedom in a seculare society to not be herded into a religion without your consent or by coercion. The right to be wrong, the right to choose. Oh to be surrounded by people whose lives were so perfect that the time spent trying to tell others how to live would not be better spent on self improvement and acceptance without bigotry, prejudice and discrimination of the choices of others.