stormy night
it was a stormy night
He was barely breathing everyone woke-up
He went to the hospital
He died that morning
stormy night
it was a stormy night
He was barely breathing everyone woke-up
He went to the hospital
He died that morning
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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