Yesterday was a day of thoughts.
Where will they begin?
And where will they end?
Seems there is no answer.
The folly we find ourselves in,
Is nutured in the past forgetfulness.
Always you feel there is a tomorrow
To bury the past and be intolerant.
Fools seem quite wise
When they adhere to there choices.
The wise seem to separate the two,
Knowing in the end their choice is true .
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Love ya!
Jane