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Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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...
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
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
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
I Sing of Mumia brilliant and strong and of the captivity that few black men escape
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot