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My name like a curse to the kings a pharaohs, defended by the Indians shooting arrows, sung by the bird such as the sparrow, the key to the lock. so Dependable no need for a clock. The sun 4 the day, stars n moon 4the night, Dirt wind water fire all in the body
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.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| what about me | 0 | 02/24/2010 |
| job?? | 0 | 10/06/2009 |
| free | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| man | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
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