I like lima beans
you hate broccoli
cold weather suits you
I’m depressed without the sun
science fiction sweeps me away
a tender love story pulls you in
I believe in one Divinity
you have a file cabinet of them
and someone else can’t even imagine one
beginning to see how this works?
religious freedom is
a forkful of preference
at a table of our choosing
still
is there any reason we can’t have dinner
at a place we can agree on
once in awhile?
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