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Feb 2017
Love, blind to weakness,
sees what it choosesΒ Β Β Β 
but shadows cast images
and joy sits unused.

Doubt born of judgement
frowns at trust's view
and ends tender harmony
deflecting love's due.

We, what we are, attract
discordant tunes
but love's baton composes
more than just music.
Fay Slimm
Written by
Fay Slimm  Cornwall U.K.
(Cornwall U.K.)   
305
     Joey, Robert Andrews and Valsa George
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