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My name like a curse to the kings a pharaohs, defended by the Indians shooting arrows, sung by the bird such as the sparrow, the key to the lock. so Dependable no need for a clock. The sun 4 the day, stars n moon 4the night, Dirt wind water fire all in the body
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| what about me | 0 | 02/24/2010 |
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