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curiouscrow) wrote2009-04-15 10:43 pm
curiouscrow) wrote2009-04-15 10:43 pm
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Writer's Block: Taxmen and Poetry
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-Maya Angelou
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Nor had I time to love, but since
Some industry must be,
The little toil of love, I thought,
Was large enough for me. -Emily Dickinson
And I know I was only supposed to have one but...
Well I was lying, thinking, last night, How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty, and bread loaf is not stone Well, I came up with one thing, and I don't believe that I'm wrong: Alone, all alone, Nobody can make it out here alone Nobody can make it out here alone Well, there are some millionaires With money they can't use, Their wives run around like banshees, And their children, they're singing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure they're hearts of stone, But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone Alone, all alone, Nobody can make it out here alone Nobody can make it out here alone Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know, Storm clouds are gathering,the wind is gonna blow. The race of man is suffering, and I can hear the moan, But nobody, no nobody, can make it alone. Alone, all alone, Nobody can make it out here alone Nobody can make it out here alone-Maya Angelou
the inimitable miss parker...
Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-- Dorothy Parker
Re: the inimitable miss parker...
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