Love::LOVE
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| Where love transend |
Love
is riding the wind even if it takes you through the discomfort of the air. Although
some folks use this noun/verb loosely, it is the most important abstraction to
exist. It is everywhere. It comes in diverse forms. It is unavoidable. It is
pure until it enters the human mind, and then it becomes whatever the mind
perceives it to be. Love is Love tantamount to Love is Love.
Little Brown Baby
LITTLE brown baby wif spa'klin' eyes,
Come to yo' pappy an' set on his knee.
What you been doin', suh -- makin' san' pies?
Look at dat bib -- you's ez du'ty ez me.
Look at dat mouf -- dat's merlasses, I bet;
Come hyeah, Maria, an' wipe off his han's.
Bees gwine to ketch you an' eat you up yit,
Bein' so sticky an sweet -- goodness lan's!
-Paul Laurence Dunbar
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