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A GIVEN (M.A.K.)
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JOURNAL#17 I am his conscience
he is my shoulder
though physically
I am younger
mentally
I am much older
We do not argue our roles!..........
(Dec. 19, 1997)
They say that the most beautiful things always come wrapped in small packages -- like this poem. The truth expressed in so few a line is absolute and undeniable. How can time or any other person erode or efface such love and fascination the poetess has for her beloved M.A.K. How can any other man ever hope of winning her over from him? Is that possible? No...never...as the lines very openly say here...simple honesty which cannot ever be refuted or challenged.