Season poem

The spirt says others not exist

But if they do I must feel their pain Easier to blame and take another slice of the whole Easier to mock and demean Easier to turn up the heat

But a reckoning for heath looms Giving is a selfish act Giving is a means for health Giving feels good

And the other becomes you The mistakes fall away The joy grows

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