My Soup World
My soup world is all the world is all
The world I care to go
When the sun shutters fall
And strange winds blow
My soup friends are all the folks
My heart cares to know
When loneliness stokes
The fireplace of memory. No
Place is better, a better people to share
A prayer breaking the hegemony of fear.
I love the deep drink
Of friendship here, pulling us from the brink
Of times despair.
I love my soup world, love you all so dear.
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