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The Simple Dignity Of A Child Drinking A Bowl Of Milk Embodies The Fascination Of An Ancient Rite.

Poetry Is The Harnessing Of The Paradox Of Earth Cradling Life And Then Entombing It.

Alike And Ever Alike, We Are On All Continents In The Need Of Love, Food, Clothing, Work, Speech, Worship, Sleep, Games, Dancing, Fun. From Tropics To Arctics Humanity Live With These Needs So Alike, So Inexorably Alike.

Poetry Is A Type-font Design For An Alphabet Of Fun, Hate, Love, Death.

Never Will A Time Come When The Most Marvelous Recent Invention Is As Marvelous As A Newborn Child.