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You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
in our lifetime. Which makes the idea of elections Notice how this word has “man” right in the middle of it? That’s one reason I like it. He is right there, front and center. But he i...
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
