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its sung about
its written about its lost and found its over-whelming it weakens the knees its for everyone your enemies the very small the over-grown its hung onto and slippery and revered and adored it makes frowns turn upside down its tingles and it seers and burns it obsesses and it dresses up and it mows down the mightiest steed but its misunderstood over-sought not given out enough its not a commodity its not in how you look its in what you down it cannot be planned its a verb its an action word its not just for special people its for every one in every land its for your enemies its for your least favorite species its for the Earth its for the sky its for you especially please grab its hand and when you take it give it back as often as you can with respect with insight with care with zeal and honesty with intention make it part of your daily life make it your life's study your alpha and omega your beating heart your great joy give of it freely believe me it will come back just when you hadn't planned. LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 10:02am 9/15/2021 TIME AND DATE STAMPED AND ALSO FOR THIS POET/WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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