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Stoppage
Finding fellow hippies,
Not yippees,
Or zippees.
It's almost as much fun,
As finding the sun!
News remains grim,
Too much death to begin,
A day,
Or a week,
Or even a time,
When death remains,
So out of line!
Given the tramp of troops all about,
Makes a peace lover,
Want to shout!
If each war,
Started with a party.
Cake, balloons,
Some drink that was hardy!
Each person met with a smile on their face,
No weapons,
Just napkins to wipe away,
Ice cream from the chin,
We could end each war,
Before it began!
Copyright ©
Kim Stone
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