I belonged to a poet's club, way back when. Rhyming and
scanning were forbidden. I went along with the silly
fashion most of the time -- breaking prose up into dramatic
chunks is *much* easier than writing real verse.
2 April 1995
Creating an All-Human World
Mother once warned me
That it is cruel
To allow a baby animal
To fall into the hands of a small child
For when children love something
They love it to death
The league of animal lovers
Has fallen into the hands of adults
Who are still the children
My mother meant
--
Joy Beeson
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