Love and Optimism Roll
When love and optimism stroll in the straw
the future is born without fang or claw
Where is there a negative love?
Who wants/needs it?
and its chemical glove
What we have is soaring sensational blithe
we live through twists, trysts and ti raids
Even so we carry our hearts on our wings
very song of very warm breeze
eating nourishment all of our days
from each other's marrow
not just our own ways.
poem by Boink Boink
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