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Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
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...
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…
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
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
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:
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
The old men used to sing And lifted a brother Carefully Out the door I used to think they