This Poem was Submitted By: Tom Atterberry On Date: 2000-05-21 18:03:09 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Hate{ in all it's forms}

Oh bitter root this thing called hate it can fester in the soul take away all one's pride and leave you dark and cold no matter what the season the location or the clime it will destroy your heart and lay waste to a good mind if allowed to procreate into anothers veins mass hysteria can develop and more people go insane you see this hate in many forms racism, greed and jealousy but a few when all the master ever asked was to do unto to others, as I do well I will go on living and be a friend as much as I can I will not stop giving the offering of my help to any woman, or man. TEA BV 2000

Copyright © May 2000 Tom Atterberry

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