Don't you love Bread and Butter

I hope you don't mind my writing like this but I love all the summer days,
pale-green bushes meet over head;
we sit among them, and they love us back.

I love
my freedom,
and truth
and taste delights,
Don't you love Bread and Butter with your Search after Happiness?

I love the River
trees in a shady place,
the sun and
August Poems

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The OED word of the day is 'love' - 12 pages of citations to comb through. For those of you with dogs, I can tell you that "Love me, love my dog" dates back almost a millenium to 1153 and a sermon of -- I kid you not -- St. Bernard. It was in Latin, of course, and I'm thinking you might want to print up a t-shirt for the dog park, so here you go: qui me amat, amat et canem meum