Sing

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    Sing

     the woes that make all men sing
    the hearts that hang on tattered strings
    the sorrow, torchers the song we sing
    this heart too hangs from that string
    possessed by what the world has to say
    be it angelic, demonic it steals the day
    it hampers the sight, distorts what we say
    words hold all captive, from dim to light of day
    its out there, everywhere, the pain we feel
    it burdens the mind, it's numblingly surreal
    tears of joy, sorrow, confuse what we feel
    its the songs we sing that make this life real

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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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