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Our beliefs about politics, and matters with regard to faith do, likely more than anything, divide us into smaller camps. And yet it represents a chunk of who I am and what I think. So I respect our difference, and hopefully, you feel the same. If not, discussion is reduced to spring and sport and things inane. And after all, what good is soup containing one ingredient? We all contribute to the pot, as was intended, as was meant. The pot gets stirred from time to time, the flavors mingle all the more, encountering the tasty bits, the end result is much improved. I like some heat from time to time; I don’t pretend to be a chef. So you can call me what you like; I hope you'll call me your friend Jeff.

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Date: 4/8/2022 1:12:00 PM
" discussion is reduced to spring sport and things inane."- yes for sure, I am there with many people.
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Date: 4/8/2022 9:34:00 AM
Aw, this is so poignant and heartwarming, Jeff. But, most importantly, it rings of truth. Also, a fine, sweet tribute to Poetry Soup. The philosophy you express needs to be adopted by all of us.
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Date: 4/8/2022 6:55:00 AM
The key word in your poem is 'respect.' I'll respect anyone's right to their opinion on politics and religion as long as they respect mine and refrain from calling me nasty names. I don't believe too many cooks can spoil the broth unless one or more insists on tossing too many hot peppers into the soup pot to stir up trouble. I prefer to deseed. An Alabama friendship is doable.
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Jenna Logan
Date: 4/8/2022 7:43:00 AM
Agreed. Nothing can be enjoyed if the tongue has been desensitized.
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 4/8/2022 7:04:00 AM
Seems scotus scores high on the poetry scofield: Somewhere between habanero and ghost. Those are too hot, even seeded and peeled. Fresno’s my favorite; I like them the most.

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