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The Joy Of Love. I had the luck to walk in the joy of love. New friends were mine to cherish. Smiles, a hug, a tender touch. My hatreds ugliness did perish. I learned a lesson on that memoriable day. A friendly smile will help to keep the sunshine in our faces. No obstacle will be to steep to show friendship to all races. Yes I had the luck to walk in the joy of love. My hateful past now dead. I no more feel the need to push or shove. Nor fear the lonely dread. For support came my way. In the form of love and care. Now I have out loud to say. My friendship I will with mankind share. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/