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    do you tell them how i bled
    or the color of me
    when i dried on your bed

    do you speak of me with fondness?
    or cruelty
    do you remember nailing me down
    and having me?
    (room swaying
    shoulders pinned with knees)
    do you remember me?

    do you remember building fences
    'round your house when i needed in
    do you speak of how you left me
    broken
    broken
    broken in

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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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