I BROUGHT MY HEART TO A STREET FIGHT
by using both tooth and nail
you had a slight edge on the fight
it left me more critical than stable
when you scratched out my heart not my eyes
I BROUGHT MY HEART TO A STREET FIGHT
by using both tooth and nail
you had a slight edge on the fight
it left me more critical than stable
when you scratched out my heart not my eyes
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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