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Thoughts go flying far asunder--- Some adverse as war's own plunder. Few agree and none affirm; Yet, they season grown to term. Animosity is born Nurtured from a plea, forlorn. Some accept its bitter taste, Though authentic, still's a waste. Minds attracted to such pacts May adhere to misused facts. What's authentic, plain, or real Breathes astonishing appeal! |
Ah, a most excellent and musical piece of poetry, finely thoughout and very deftly done! Loved it! bravo... bravo... bravo...| Posted on 2008-07-25 00:00:00 | by Algol46 | [ Reply to This ] | And, the truth shall out and triumph (or would we hope that it would)! This gets to the heart of an argument albeit so short. Just goes to show that a little can mean a lot!! | | Posted on 2008-07-08 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ] | |