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Bothered By the Why

Why are you prepared to go to war with your neighbour? Yet not with the gangs who control the street, Your children walk down. Why can you not smell the corruption? That fouls the air in town, When you smell your neighbour's apple pie and choose to reject it. Why do you spread gossip? And fake news, Instead of inviting neighbours to barbecues. Why am I not surprised any more? At anything you do, I just hope your neighbour has more sense than you.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 11/29/2018 7:52:00 AM
My dear friend...most of us have been blinded by deception and corruption...for evil and its minions want to bring about the destruction of the Earth...thus using tools like the far left News Media, Advertising to seduce us...but God has other plans...for it is time that Evil will be destroyed...we think alike David and know the truth...superb write my friend...thru-out my poems, I tried to let people know about such falsehood...especially in the church...my latest 'Abominable Alliance'...^WW^
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David Smith
Date: 11/29/2018 8:59:00 PM
Your feedback reassuring as was not sure how this piece would be received. Regards David
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Date: 11/29/2018 7:59:00 AM
...all the best to you my friend David...we must wake up other souls...one word at a time... let's lift the veils of illusions and pray for those already awoken...love & light...^WW^
Date: 11/29/2018 5:34:00 AM
We live in a corrupt world, thank God for home made apple pie, I enjoyed your poem today David, blessings.
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Date: 11/29/2018 9:04:00 PM
I believe there is always hope and I try to always put some in what I write without losing the fact that if we do nothing it will only get worse. My apple pie is hardly ever refused. Experimenting with making my own pastry. Flaky is the hardest. Regards David in NZ

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