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Burton L. Carlson
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Dear Enemy,

I’m aware of the curses you fling 
from behind your fence.

 I was sure that I loved all mankind.
Now I use past tense.

 I admit you have been most instructive.
I cannot say kind.

 Love, you know, is not really a fence
I could hide behind. 

Politics and SocietySuzi PeelApril 2, 2016
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