A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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She talked about the ology of thes

And he liked to talk about the beauty of trees.

He didn’t like theology,

She didn’t care for nature’s personality.

But that talked about it all

With passionate thrill

Becuase their love and attention

Made the whole world worthy of time to fill.

In their lovers perception,

Maybe a deception,

All ideas were certain of their conception.

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