Number 63
When she opened her tiny mouth, the vague smell of eucharist filled the room;She was a nun
A kind of nun....
A secretary
A nun of Mr. Smith's 5:00 appointment
Number 63
When she opened her tiny mouth, the vague smell of eucharist filled the room;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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