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    Once upon a time, there lived a girl whose knowledge of what's contained in books was extensive, but she was held back a few times in the subject of life. She never quite got the hang of what was expected of her life or which way she was supposed to travel to get the most out of this trip, but none of that mattered to her. She was content to float about until the day she saw everyone else paddling; that's when she looked up and realized she didn't have any oars.

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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.

    denah’s Poems (22)

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