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Oct 2017
In human form, the heart divine
Pity, peace, compassion surge
In temple through whence Gods love rage
How ever are such virtues mine?
Lo! The innate blessed creed
Of Love, beknown to souls hath sought
For more than what resentment taught
For no good comes of bitter deed
Make reason: Love hearts rhyme
Megan Sherman
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