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Contradition And Reflection 
Contradiction and Reflection 
Nothing can compare to love there is no way to word the thing the love although 
poetry comes close. A rose has thorns and colors and smells while a violet has 
odors' and eye sniff a perfume a smell not unkind but hard to describe like unto a 
mothers love like unto a poets pencil working to make the message seem like 
love to seem like the only thing the most obvious thing without false hope. Every 
song that calls itself a love song sings of some strange sickness some sort of 
illness as the words make a melody and everybody listens as the crooner sings 
this a bit off key ___---“eye could not get to sleep at all last night”---___ and the 
electric organ and the guitar man make everything sound all right again. Love 
can make me sick can make me hurt can make me yearn but that's okay that is 
the way of love. When she says yes is when it makes me strong and the 
sickness is at rest and the love has won. Ewe aer a violet rose no thorn in me.

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