A poem I wrote when I think of people who look down upon people.

We make the mistake of judging people by their appearance, which might not be a very good idea. Sometimes the most ordinary looking people achieve the most extraordinary feats. Sometimes, the people who we scorn at put us to shame by their actions. So my friends, read on…..and next time, before you judge someone, I am sure this little message will flash through your minds!

La magistratura italiana procede d’ufficio quando le fa comodo.

I wrote this poem as we all are judged by either our gender or race, or the lies that have been told.

American dream we are all the some.

Age is only number. We grow newer every day. For that reason will you humor me on the occasion of my seventy-fifth birthday?

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Thanks, and Enjoy.

Just don’t.

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My interpretation of John 12: 47-50.