Hate

Hate (From my archives) Posted: 8/20/21 Hate, is a horse that only bucks down its rider. It never affects the intended cowboy, sitting on the fence. Tom & The flames of hate burn only the dwelling where hate is housed. It’s flames seldom reach the intended house down the street; Being consumed with hate is like giving power of attorney to the hated. Tom
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