Tired of angry
sick
of
hate.
Maybe tomorrow
I’ll go down
to
the shore
sit and wait
for
the waves
to wash in goodness
so
pure
so great.
Never again
to
be lost
in
the wilderness
of
someone
else’s demented hate.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2026
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I love this!! So timely – we need more love and no hate! ♥♥
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YES!!! We certainly do – 💕
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I liked this
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A walk down a serene country lane for me. Loved the poem, my friend.
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Yes, such a great way to quiet all the rushing in your head – Thank you for your kind words- peace and quiet 😊
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