09-26-05

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  • Sadness

    09-26-05

    Words are such funny things we string them together to express what we mean when we are left with a failed attempt you fail to comprehend just what I meant you call me an ass hlod dickhead a bigot But thats not what I said so hold on a minute Just step back a second and look at the picture without anger and malice that is no mixture I painted a canvas, mosaic for you expreesing the reason for my attitude people dont understand they misconstrue the positive message i'm sayin to you the way I dress and your opinion ends up you makin a bad decision so when we meet give me a chance respect me with eye contact when we shake hands

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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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