All those American citizens With no food No water, On an island Surrounded by Big water Ocean water, Are getting rowdy and unruly. Let the wild winds howl, Let the flooding rains run.
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The gap between potency and act, the scholar says, is demonstrated by this anecdote: A boy of 12, visiting a farm, is given a glass of buttermilk by the farmer’s wife who tells him, “Down the hatch, young man!” The boy drinks the buttermilk and almost vomits. Decades later at a County Fair a farmer’s…
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Don’t believe the media, just believe me, so says madness, Forget your free speech. Madame Liberty, speak up, tell the truth in print and on the airwaves. Do not shrink back from bullies or be hollowed out by threats. Report with honesty, let truth flow so that an informed public and Congress can work and…
Last Saturday’s referendum to alter Australia’s constitution to recognize the First Peoples of Australia by establishing a body called the Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Voice failed to pass. It is, I feel, a devastating and profoundly sad outcome that cuts to the very soul of the nation. Indigenous leaders have called for a week…
Hope is the feeling you have that the feeling you have isn’t permanent. — Mignon McLaughlinThe Neurotic’s Notebook, 1960 via The American Scholar (Summer, 2008) — sdh Go to Source Author: The Best American Poetry
Dedicated to my nice Romanian friend Vasile I confess the truth is I like your smile I like your eyes I like your soul I like your inner beauty I like your goodness more than words can describe your very beauty I imbibe Signed Mónika The post Signed | Mónika Tóth appeared first on Best…
