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My heart is a boiling cauldron stewing with A pinch of kindness, A sprinkling of hope, A dash of hate, A gram of generosity, A dram of charity, A tablespoon of despair, A measure of temperance, A teaspoon of patience, And a shake of faith. Now, simmering on the element, I can ladle out bowls of love.
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
My Heart Is a Cauldron
My heart is a boiling cauldron stewing with A pinch of kindness, A sprinkling of hope, A dash of hate, A gram of generosity, A dram of charity, A tablespoon of despair, A measure of temperance, A teaspoon of patience, And a shake of faith. Now, simmering on the element, I can ladle out bowls of love.
Love is complicated and mixed. And "something wicked this way comes."
francie-lynch
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
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