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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
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
My brothers knew The things you know. I did not scorn learning them; It’s just my mind
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’
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
You confide in me that you are lonely,
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…