Mother

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    Mother

     I often still wonder why thorns live on when roses die!
    Yet the rose still grows beyond the wall
    Though now its lost to view
    Behind the clouds that hang so low
    The sun still lights true blue
    And behind all the shadows
    You know its true
    The thoughts of those who understand
    Are always there with you

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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