dusting my knees off
wandering,never belonging being in a crowded room and feeling alone.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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| keep waitin by the tree | 0 | 05/22/2010 |
| being a mother | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
| thinking what should be | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
| daddys girl | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
| is there peace | 0 | 11/01/2009 |
| dusting my knees off | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
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