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May 2012
Now, I can respect people with and without faith
But I can not respect someone with faith ignorant of someone without
Or someone without faith ignorant of someone with
We all have the right to our own beliefs
And as children we never worried about such things
We just worried about cooties and monsters under our beds
The monsters have moved out and the cooties have been cured
But with those worries settled, there have come greater problems
The problem with growing up is growing more aware
We learn that weeds aren't really flowers
And the bums on the street aren't supposed to be our friends
I wish adults were more like children
At least in believing that everyone can be friends
But as sure as I am that the sun will rise
I'm sure that people will not get along
Tiffany Newell
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Tiffany Newell  Arizona
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