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Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother