Parts one and two

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Love is my destiny, part one.
Poetry is my honey nectar,
Part two –
Its sweetness slowly
Sliding down my chin.

I shall not live
In fear of hairy,
Cowardly monsters
That move quietly
In the dark still
Of the night planting
In my fertile garden.

editors note:

Monster, don’t trample, but tip toe; let injustice not take root, or take no part in one or two. – mh

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