Hurt, Anger, Pain
Hurt Anger Pain
This is the price we pay for the crimes we commit
We invite sin and let it crawl under the skin
So what ever wrong you may have made
Deal with it come what may
Hurt, Anger, Pain
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09-20-2010
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09-19-2010
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09-13-2010
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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