Vintage Vines

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    Vintage Vines

     I have walked
    and been walled
    in the garden
    of my own dreams,
    stopping to view
    flowers and thorns along the way
    smelling the
    honeysuckle and the hyacinths
    the roses and the rue.

    I know the weeds
    need to be tended
    and dug up,
    but just for today
    I’ll let them be
    as I’ve done before
    in my life.

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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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