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    QUESTION

    ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A START
    A QUESTION TO BE ANSWERED SINCE YOU LEFT
    THE BEATING OF YOUR HEART
    THE RASP OF YOUR BREATH
    THE TOUCH OF YOUR HAND
    RESEMBLING A FOOTPRINT IN THE SAND
    TO DISAPPEAR IN THE WAKE
    ABSENT AFTER THE EBBING
    LEAVING NOTHING EXCEPT THE THIRST
    TO BE QUENCHED MERELY
    BY A FORGED BRANCH
    WITHIN MY IMAGINATION

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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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