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             One can't 
              know love like a tree in the ground 
              nor can one determine where it will be found. 
              One day it's there, the next day gone. 
            But that 
              seems a bleak before and after. 
              Best think of it as another matter, 
              which comes simply by changing one letter. 
            Blue of 
              sky, green of earth's cover, 
              blood's red pulse, these go together, 
              make place for love now and forever. 
                
            The 2River 
              View, 2_4 (Summer 1998) 
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