a day
it was a day
a very average
nondescript cloudy quiet day
one could pass away and noone would notice
like a sparrow or a fleabitten dog
a day
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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a day | 0 | 07/13/2009 |
psycho | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
tribute | 1 | 07/11/2009 |
not coping | 0 | 07/06/2009 |
stars | 0 | 05/20/2009 |
shamrock | 0 | 03/14/2009 |
hyacinth | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
valentine days | 1 | 02/26/2009 |
love | -1 | 02/25/2009 |
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