Hang our heroes up to dry
On a clothesline
In the sky
Send their legends
Heaven bound
To light the road
We never found?
Hang our heroes up to dry On a clothesline In the sky Send their legends Heaven bound To light the road We never found? |
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-I wonder who first discoverd the power of poetry in driving away love?
-I thought that poetry was the food of love.
-Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead
When we live in boxes in the park together at least we can write poetry.
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"Stalin was joking boisterously, jabbing me playfully in the stomach with his finger, and calling me 'Mikita', with a Ukrainian accent, as he always did when he was in a good mood."--Nikita Khrushchev
oh. what i life it will be.
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-I wonder who first discoverd the power of poetry in driving away love?
-I thought that poetry was the food of love.
-Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead
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-I wonder who first discoverd the power of poetry in driving away love?
-I thought that poetry was the food of love.
-Of a fine stout love, it may. But if it is only a vague inclination I'm convinced one poor sonnet will kill it stone dead
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