DECORUMA Poem by Salvatore ButtaciWhen will we learn that love when true is pure without the deception of artificial additives?
afraid of love they fabricate an arboretum of plastic elms & cardboard oaks with leaves that need neither sun nor rain only a weekly dusting to maintain the facade of presentability © 2008 Salvatore Buttaci |
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2 Reviews Added on July 8, 2008 AuthorSalvatore ButtaciPrinceton, West Virginia, WVAboutI live in West Virginia and have been writing and seeing my poems in print for the past fifty years. I also write short stories and articles for publications. In the early part of the new year 2010,.. more..Writing
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