I've sat at a table of love eating
stale bread and my soul was satisfied
then I've been dished an exquisite meal
by people disgruntled with me and felt
like vomiting! So give me love
and a loaf of stale bread
" "
To see things and to read words is human; but to feel and truly understand it all, is divine. - CLINTON WITTSTOCK
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I've stumbled upon you from Wheatlands News. Lots of food for thought in this one. Thanks! We here in the USA are also having our celebration of black and white as we get ready to inaugurate our new President, learn to speak in tongues of inclusion instead of mouthing prayers to fear.
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