Ruined Moon
Melancholy morose moon,
Of which poets can whine;
Ruminate required ruin,
A wilted flower find!
Poetry poses poof
For creeps and geeks to talk.
Languishing loudly lewd.
Oh woe, let’s take a walk!
Ruined Moon
Melancholy morose moon,
Of which poets can whine;
Ruminate required ruin,
A wilted flower find!
Poetry poses poof
For creeps and geeks to talk.
Languishing loudly lewd.
Oh woe, let’s take a walk!
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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