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Nov 2015
Walk with me
down the street
with a smile and a banner
of love raised up high.
And we'll shout to the cities
that belong to heaven
but taken by hellish
poverty of the soul,
we'll shout: "Hate causes lack!
Love is better than gold!
Be rich in peace, not money!"
in my dreams...
AJ
Written by
AJ  Fort Lauderdale
(Fort Lauderdale)   
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