Why is it that the thing which we hate
is also the cause of our happiness?
The instinct which inspired my hatred
of the city, now brings me joy.
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I felt myself ashamed, swept along by this overflowing vulgarity to a closer acquaintance with Evil, and the manifold ills of a malignant hive oppressed all my senses. A very good poem dear poet Mathew Buchwald. tony
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Matthew B. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks