Love loves love.
It begins and in life’s mirror notices itself.
Turning in on itself, over and over.
Admiring, purring, growing.
Love loves itself or nothing else.
Splashing, playing, sometimes naying.
Love loves love.
Thank you, friend.
Barry out.
Barry Williams
http://barry-williams.com/blog
Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.
The rest will be, uh, less understandable...
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