MY DEAR LOVE

Poetry is all there is,

When the high heels fail,

And the Law edicts make no sense,

Poetry makes all sense,

When the rabid wolves come to the offense,

Poetry feels all sense.

For all one can make of life’s chances

In all failures, victories and suspense,

Poetry makes sense.

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