Family

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Family

On th' grassy hill they lived
Oblivious to the world around
And not a sound
But did abound
Th' smell of rhubarb tart
And peach
Happiness within their reach
Among th' hills and trees they flourished
And th' soul was dearly nourished
Inside these walls
Was all they needed
For a love so dearly seeded
Nothing,
Nothing else is needed.

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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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