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    #114
    Fine tools I build for my use
    Bridges and castles I design
    Instruments for my ears
    Temples for my fears
    Missles to destuct
    Engines to construct
    Books and libraries to stay sane
    Tamples to pray
    I ralize all of that
    While I admire my palm

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    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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