Garden Party
Now how can I propose this without
it coming out a cliché? I have been
watching something sensible about
Jane Goodall, a lady, it would seem
of such excellence that this old world
hardly deserves her. At a time of war,
a coarse time, brutality, we are told
is the price of peace. Such reverse lore
pushed by men of a nature so worldly,
are direct descendants of the snake before
Eden. Rejecting peaceful community,
consensus, or any of the attributes for
which women like Jane shine. I do believe
'twas Adam the snake set upon to deceive.
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