The Heart of the Matter

Were I traped with no escape,

And the odds were stacked against,

My solice would come within.

A heart of gold can hold

All the warmth you need.

And the heart inside my loved ones

Is pleanty of warmth indeed.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
Our world

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