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Whatever we decide there will be pain

For there is no hope here of compromise

And hurt feelings will all be in vain

Faced with principals on either side.

Oh to be back upon that Holy Land

A million miles from here, where simple praise

Flowered as the waters running across the sand

Dissolving in the distant autumn haze.

But I am here, and problems must be faced

For what they are, not side-stepped as if

All could be eased away or just erased

Like some teenage-lovers' single tiff.

Sometimes Love demands a sacrifice

Where sentiment prefers us to be nice.

Brian Hick October 2011

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