It's all poetry and prose. You don't need my opinions on anything... UNLESS ...they are in verse
One at a time
They all fall down.
Coming as they are,
Making a soft sound.
Unity Village
Oh God, what a place.
There’s a constant image
Of a happy face.
Visions of love,
Expressed through tears.
Again someday
We’ll meet right back here.
© 1992 Antony V. Plocido
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