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Love's the Law | ||
| Twigs with fingers made of ice Wait for sun to melt their crust. Frigid sleeves don't feel so nice! Shake them off somehow they must. If they're patient, ice will melt, Thought it may be quite a while. Warmth at last will then be felt! Twigs will all resume their smile. We, like them, at times must thaw, Breaking habits of neglect. We must learn that love's the law And give others our respect. | ||
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