mom and dad

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    mom and dad

    Gee, the grass sure is green.
    ...my mom and dad died.

    Feel that warm gentle breeze.
    ...my mom and dad died.

    See the beautiful blooming blossom.
    ...my mom and dad died.

    That's a pretty song in the air.
    ...my mom and dad died.

    Look... a deer.
    ...my mom and dad died.

    God, that's a beautiful sunset!
    ...my mom and dad died.

    Isn't life great?
    ...yeah, sure, ...whatever.

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    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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