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Grey pond so still
amid the smokey layers
winter's foggy trees concealed
geese slowing in the depths unknown
so scarce a sheltering home
cruel winds of driving cold
too late the sun, void
of summer's gold
what if everything were white
white kitty cats, white puppy dogs
all white picket fences with a shiny white sky
we all drive our white cars to white buildings
everyone has white hair atop white paper skin
the trees are white and birds are too
and I don't just mean white world
what if religion were white, politicians were white
no I do not mean skin color
there are people who wish to **** people that love another color
so what if everything were white, everyone the same
a **** replica of a replica
would we then still find ways to hate?
I wrote the first half of this in my sleep. Woke up took it from there.
We love you so much
what can we do to help you
feel better again.

*~ Hilda & Marian~
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