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In Love With The Earth
John I. Blair
The Earth and I are lovers.
Oh we try to keep it secret . . .
I dissemble, act the beast,
Abuse her with my carelessness.
On her part she can pretend
To be indifferent and cold,
Keeping me so uncomfortable
I doubt she knows Iím here.
But I couldnít live without her;
And absent me, who would there be
To worship her,
To write her poems?
©2004 John I. Blair
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