Wooden Feet
i’m thinking
of my wooden feet!
and of
how many lands
it is from here to you!
Wooden Feet
i’m thinking
of my wooden feet!
and of
how many lands
it is from here to you!
Plourde commented on Wooden Feet
08-03-2010
08/03/2010
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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