Foes
by Alvin Benatovich - March 13, 1960
With friends as such
One needs no foe
Such brethren are found
Where ever you go.
But is it fair to
Blame the mass
Or kill the cow
Who ate the grass
They have their morals
And follow true
�Do unto others
Before they do unto you�.
Their way so set
Never to vary
Of this way,
I grow weary.
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