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Mom I am orange, you are red, dad is yellow, I am made up of both of you, but yet and still orange is neither you or him,,,,,its me,, i wish you could accept this because until you do....I'll stay blue!
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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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