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I DON’T UNDERSTAND How is it one that is blind, yet much better can they see and the goodness sure to find, in other's reality? How is it one that is deaf hears much more in what they read and are so inclined to cleft, to another’s worthy deed? How does one, who cannot speak communicate with their hands so all people can words seek and then come to understand? God gave us ability, for using as best we can, in hopes we’d in reality come to love our fellowman. Tell me why does war and hate often gain the upper hand and then seem to rule the fate that spreads over sea and land? I have often heard it said that we should live and let live, yet many are lying dead giving all they had to give. Once more I ask the question, buried somewhere in times sand, why history’s taught no lesson, because I don’t understand? 1/12/06 ** #1057286 Not An Image ** ABAB scheme 7 syllable.
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