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A Sickness

The cruelty I can't abide, The type that we human beings hide, Some put on a pleasant face, While hiding thoughts, debased, Making most feel sick inside.

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Rico Leffanta

Date: 2/26/2022 11:07:00 AM

Well said! In elementary school, we boys vied to catch flies with our bare hands, but one boy took sheer delight in pulling off their wings and watching them buzz about in despair. I hate flies, but never spoke to that boy again! Aloha!

Shirley Hawkins
Date: 2/26/2022 6:38:00 PM

G'day, Rico Thank you for your comments, The sad thing about these sadistic people is the effect they have on others, are they born like this? or is it a chosen way of life.