A poem written so long ago, I don't remember writing it. (actual spelling)
(To Grandma Powell)
What Peace
By Michaela
What peace is, is rain wettening the
hair on your head, rain should not
be a dread, for peace is ahead.
What Peace is, is music lasting
ever 4 ever, for hatred or war
should be never.
What Peace is, is thinking behond
imagine, little is greater, than
thinking with sarcasm.
These three sumbols of peace
are fine, but what is finer is
all the peacer around you, helping
you grow more time.
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