SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON
The Paradox - Poem by SIDNEY W. JOHNSTON
The cold hard reality....
Occures in the heat of the truth,
As when fall turns to winter....
There is fine wine on same
shelf with vinegar...
There is a quintessence hidden
behind the gall.
That life wouldn't be life with out it so...
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