Our lives seem flippant, short and free. We need some rules and if you find One that might work, slow down. Be kind. Don’t fight for every cause you see For some turn sour eventually. So stand up strong for what is right. Obediently praise the light, But fear that foul self-righteousness. Out back’s a bucket for such mess With soap to make your stained clothes bright.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the challenge is to use “kind” as a rhyme work in either line 2 or 3.


Very well done Frank 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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A pleasure Frank 💜
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I agree you have to pick your battles, especially these days when there seem to be so many battles to choose from. Nice work, Frank!
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There seem to be battles everywhere today. Thank you, Dawn!
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There’s such an exceptionally sagacious bit of advice
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Thank you, Larry!
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Nice flow. I have difficulty with that but I put a lot thought into it.
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I am glad you liked the flow. Thank you, Ronovan!
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We do seem to spend a lot of time cleaning up our messes. (K)
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We do. Thank you, Kerfe!
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Oh Lord Nature Saddled
With All Humans Do DarK
Is A Horse With No Name..:)
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Thank you, Fred!
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✨🌟😁
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