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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT? What if “what if” didn’t matter at all? What if the word “if” didn’t exist? Would madness and sadness continued to call? And would disdain, pain and petulance persist? There are countless millions of people waiting to see if………. If…. the world implicates impotence in the imposition of an implosion And an explosion of exponential proportions If….. children will still suffer starvation with a lack of elation While adults liberate libation from the arms of repudiation and renunciation Without the justification of abjuration If…… politicians will persistently pontificate to people with platitudes and perforate their dreams with dreariness and dread If…..The Bible continues to be a book believers were born for And sinners in sanctimonious seclusion harbor only scorn for If…gun metal will be melted down to make buckles for children’s shoes and no longer create ornaments of atrocious armaments With supplemental supplication and subjugation is no longer sorrow’s creation If……love’s loquaciousness leads to a land where lamentable liars are held liable for their lies And become predisposed and prone to sincerity and integrity that is integral to intelligent and incisive ideology If…..the universe will rise above a curse with the consistency of cantankerous and consternating cruelty If…...the collective mind of mankind will conceive of conviviality and make merciless malice a triviality If…..we will ever answer all these “ifs” What if no one need ask if this or that will be? What if calm champions and honest campaigns trumps over combat and war? What if calmness finally comes to you and me, and those countless millions who find battling a beleaguering bore? © 2008…..free cee!

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Date: 6/20/2012 11:50:00 AM
For two letters it is one of the biggest words in our Language, the line about the gun metal melting down hits home so hard even above all the others. xx
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