Love In A Glove
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Andrew Blakemore
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The day was cold
As I went out
I put my hand into my glove,
Inside I found
A tiny box
There labeled with the word of 'Love.'
And as I held it
In my hand
I raised the lid and let it go,
It drifted high
Into the air
And on the winds of change did blow.
And like a beam
Of golden sun
It filled the land with joy and peace,
The solemn skies
Did shine again
And every war did gladly cease.
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