Matt and I wrote this collaborative piece. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it.
As our world here, once again
quakes in apoplectic fits,
I can’t but worry, wonder when
me or mine will take a hit
yet fear can hold no place in me
as anger stews and flays
this red drop’s bliss can free my mind
if only for today
Would that we could gather ’round
some table with a Beaujolais
and drink and talk until we’ve found
some common ground, a better way
Trade swords for words, guffaw for tears
less a dream than sunny night
still my heart hopes and yearns for more
than sullen readings of last rites
We owe it to ourselves, at least,
to take the risk, to risk the pain,
to dream together, for lasting peace.
We’ve naught to lose, and much to gain.
Written by Matthew and Andy
© 2015 This Mortal Flesh
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Aroil in Pain 
Terrific collaboration! Well done and well said.
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Thank you. It was a lot of fun working with someone else. I’m really quite proud of the work we did together
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You should be very proud. It speaks volumes of your capabilities. A powerful piece. Well done.
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Indeed! Let’s take a tip from the French and enjoy life instead of giving in to the darkness of terrorism.
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