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Hope

Wolf has turned to house-dog,
Tiger-cat tom kitty,
Timid horse to charger,
Or drayhorse in the city;
Stones are raised to steeples,
Iron floats at sea,
Cannibals grow Christians --
There's hope for you and me!

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  • Yemassee Moderators member
    June 29

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    LOL, I wonder what a sloth turns into...for that would be me.

    It's the finest definition of hope, that we can change from what we are. I guess if such seeming incongruities can occur, we can change too.