Threads can entwine 
					and live peacefully,
				Woven into 
					towels or drapery,
				The threads don't come apart.

				We entwine 
					each other,
				Woven into 
					hate or racism.
				I guess it proves 
					that we are alive,
				Because 
					we 
						DO 
							come 
								apart...

copr. 1971 - Trinka Powers

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