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Andrea's Poem #189



Written by my twelve year old daughter Andrea.

Hate is a crime,
but love is a gift.
We have hate,
but we need to find love.
Love is joy,
and hate is not a gate.
In the midst of hate  
there is love
and love is powerful.
Sometimes we say,
“Oh, I hate her so much”
and sometimes you really do,
but sometimes
you say it just to be cool.
In love there is romance and caring,
but in hate there is death and dying,
not only physical but also spiritual.
Now if you've said anything to someone
like you hate them.
Now is the time to say this word,
“SORRY.”


Andrea




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