Pains Race {hymnal Measure} Poem by Kathy J Anderson
Pains Race {hymnal Measure}
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I want to pick up this pen now
And throw it at the face
That only gives me looks of how
Much hate it has, no more grace,
No more than contempt will allow.
Nothing but hurt wins aces,
Love finds no peace nor place right now,
Pain wins all the places.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
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5/4/2024 8:41:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Though some don't care or look for rhyme, I look for this much every time. So every time I don't despair, I praise the one who put it there. So this to kathy, tried and true Do this once more, and I'll love you. You did a fine job and I hope you continue to rise. You have my support and friendship. Greenwolfe 1962