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To Whom It May ConcernDo not judge lest ye be judged Be careful - don`t condemn Our God works in funny ways And most, unknown to men. Who are we to critisise Say, you don`t know the truth. All of us are living here Right under the same roof. Poetry comes from the heart No matter what your style. Keep those wicked thoughts at bay And listen for a while. You may then find the pain you feel Will ease and fill your heart With joyful happy feelings You`ll then become a part. Of all the poets on this earth Who feel for one another Then you will be welcomed in A sister or a brother. Vote for this poem |
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