The list is long, quite a few belong. Some linger on the line, all they need is a stronger spine. Diehard haters love their position, hanging with the red man a chosen mission.
See love blooming, haters start booming. Carrying a flame thrower, love gets a hot shower. As the devil smiles, haters fine tune their styles.
Their visibility is high, doesn't take a genius to wonder why. Oh, the games people play, trying to destroy loves day. Their smile of victory, on hate pages history.
Join in, or defend. The list is expanding, as the devil gets more demanding.
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Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2004
You are right, Grady, but it is my hope love will win.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on January 30, 2004
Hi Grady...hate is a cancer...it eats away at the hater...and the recipient...well..sticks and stones...nice write...strong words...stay well...peace and blessings to you...floria
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Hugs, from Evelyn.
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(