Fresh Figs
In El Paso I first met a fresh fig.
A boy of six, I took my first bite.
It was so good I began to pig.
Little did I know my coming plight!
Fresh Figs
In El Paso I first met a fresh fig.
A boy of six, I took my first bite.
It was so good I began to pig.
Little did I know my coming plight!
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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