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Summer of Love

Summer is a time of love
So why are you fucking with hate!
Put down the damned lies and
Your fucking weapons before it’s too late
We can still stop the insanity
Unite like fucking brothers
I understand our pasts are different
That we have varied fucking mothers
But our blood is red beneath it all
We are all loved and part of the same fucking god
So stop acting like a bitch, put
Down the anger and stop acting like a mob
Join hands in the fucking streets
Come together like her fucking sons
We are family true as our fucking blood
Put down your weapons.  Come together as one.

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  • Crouch Writing Gallery
  • A Day in the Life of a Mom-Herbalist
  • My Spiritual Healing Journey
  • Non-Fiction
  • Fiction
  • Poetry
  • Herbal List
  • Lemurian Diet
  • Virtual Herbarium
  • About
  • Contact
  • Book Membership