Harry Seymour

 

 

 


A child’s love / The truest of truth / Like pollen to flowers / Little bodies blossom / Where love blooms / Innocent and pure / Loving thy neighbor as thyself / Until they don’t / Where fertile ground / Let’s weeds grow too.
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The promise in a child / Rests in adult hands / A gift that never ends / For one generation / To improve upon the next.
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On January 20th, 2025
MLK and DJT converge
In a paradoxical collision
On what it means to be free

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America is a chameleon / Forever adapting, morphing / Caught between what it is / And what it yearns to be / “Isms” coexist with dogmas.
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