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 The Address at Gettysburg .. was stonecarved by gore ... horses so brutally gored.. McClellan could not harm them.. to win the wa... [read more] |
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Up north the South Wind the pines is soughing.. .. and here He gently blows samaras to the ground.. ..little trees He is sowing .. and mapl... [read more] |
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In the wake of the crowd boarding the plane .. one was left behind.. she looked like my grandmother.. she spoke in accents East European.. I... [read more] |
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The suicide bomber from Bethlehem said he had a right to reach out from the body cage with his wings.. and unopen its latch.. to release the... [read more] |
 لا تنامي سيقال اليوم في أصداء باكر ويقال الزم في أمسى مكابر ويقال النور من صوتك شادي ويقال النزف من جرحك تمادي لا تنامي فيصير الأفق ليل و... [read more] |
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سامحوني سادتي فدوائي مصنوع وجهازي هديه سامحوني سادتي إن قلت أحيا كيف اسعد سامحوني سادتي إن تجرأت على الوقت وقلت فيه ارمد سامحوني سادتي إن... [read more] |
 Sometimes God I get bitter and upset I try not to harden my heart But I can’t seem to help it I want to trust You... that You will give me w... [read more] |
 Drifting in the tiny puddle, A tiny wood drifted from shore to shore. Ripples shimmered under the sun, Under the big blue sky with no clouds... [read more] |
 I don't know where you came from, But I'm so glad you're here. I was looking for happiness so far away, And it seems all the while it was he... [read more] |
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I really wanted to write better poem but I'm feeling totally uninspired. Perhaps doing too much of nothing, Has really made me tired. You... [read more] |
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I don't hate myself I just remember stuff I didn't do That I know for sure I should have done The thoughts won't leave my head I can't help... [read more] |
 burning searing pain piercing into my flesh dragging me down to my knees face in my hands hot tears dripping onto my exposed skin my clothin... [read more] |
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why? why me? why does his friends hate me? why does his friends want us to split? why? why me? if there was a lord, he would give mercy. w... [read more] |
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Dear diary Dear Diary I’m writing to you from a far away bus station. I’m sitting in a cold dark and damp station. I fond a flashlight and... [read more] |
 Tomorrow is a place I have yet to see, but I know it will be a pleasant place to go, if I can go with you, for all the yesterda... [read more] |