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I cannot sing
And I wouldn't dream
to raise a voice in front of the Queen!

I cannot hear
Though I'd shrill on my way down the hill

I cannot run
It's not such fun,
what with not getting those hottylicious buns!

I cannot see
The way most people see

Yet I see many have revealed;
blotting memories out,
and let them not be healed
or dealt with

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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