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Jul 2019
The world is an oyster at best
Love tranquility as the heart begins to beat inside your chest
Hold dear those who love the best
Do not abandon but encourage the rest
Love one another its just a test
Who then leads if not from within the crest
Life is precious and the wind is calm upon the waves
Love never fails to free the slaves
Who then controls the mind
One can say we must be kind
Touch the soul and remember the real gold
Its never bought or even sold
These are the legends that have already been told
This is why the world is never cold
Learn to love what is lost
Because there is no cost
Regain the faith of the words in deed
These are the heavenly seeds.
Johnny Apple Seed had an axe too.
Written by
Joseph Preston Kirk
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