gratitude

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    gratitude

    Among the broken rubble of a day

    lie the gems and treasures, shewn casually

    across the field on which we’ve come to play,

    the friends, the smiles, of man’s diversity.

    From the hum of a hornet’s nest a song

    is written for us to sing in gratitude.

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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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