Angel A. Lockwood
Rarities - Poem by Angel A. Lockwood
Peace, love, knowledge and laughter
Who can measure?
These great items are a few of God's
Hoq rare they seem, to those who are mean
Yet they lie dormant in humans specimens
Just waiting to be seen
Any vesse, whom can allow themselves to explore
May find in their soul is much more valuable
Than a mahogany wood antique
priceless door, with these rare valuables displayed on the floor
Look deep inside, there's always more.
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