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     i roll my bulk against your hide;
    my secrets threaten to burst free.
    who am i to hold them back?
    the wind coming through the window
    is leaden with the scent of
    honeysuckle.
    shielding my face as the sun boils
    from behind a cloud,
    your warmth is equal. 

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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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