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Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
You confide in me that you are lonely,
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…