Weeping Soul

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    Weeping Soul

    As I weep from my soul,

    Not much left but a hole.

    I have lost my way,

    There’s too much to say.

    I don’t want you to see,

    The slow death of me.

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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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