My world, my earth..

Our world works in mysterious ways.
Money makes the world go round and round and round...
I wish we didn't have them at all.
That trading was still the way to go.

I wish acceptance among humans were bigger.

That we could all be who we really are.

That we could all accomplish peace on earth and peace in mind.
Maybe we would have peace on earth if everybody had peace in mind?

It's just a thought, that's all.




Poetry by gie
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Written on 2007-02-05 at 11:34

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