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Love


Love is pointless, mean, and cruel. But love is also crafty and cunning. It's a fox sneaking up on his helpless victim, Or a bee with its, 'Buzz" ready to sting. The little bitty children Love without a second thought. They love their soft, small puppies Their mommies just bought. Love can be as large as a giant, Or as small as a mouse. But everyone needs it To make into a home, their house. Love is easy to accept, But sometimes hard to give away. But, without it, How would we make our way? Through the dreariest of weather, Through sickness or health, Love is certainly considered The greatest of all wealth. So if you have it, I'm happy you do. But if you don't, I'll pray for you.
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