2000-04-01 - 20:33:40

Here is something I have been trying to make come right and don't know if it ever will.

LOVE

Love in it's varied form,

It's mysterious way

Won't obey

The rule of "Norm."

In it's infinite scope,

It reigns supreme,

much greater than hope,

T'is above the wildest dream.

Love surrounds us as we live,

At times, unasked,

Others give, yet stay masked.

To receive love,

its plain to see,

First, give love,

and love returns to thee

Fourfold, manifold,

The increase is greater,

Than can be told,

It is Grand Theater.

What more can a Mother give,

To sustain the urge to live,

For her children to retain ? ? ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Pitiful I guess, but what is inside is trying to come out in it's own clumsy way.

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