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Laws And Machines Are Shaped To Fit The Classes.

May Your Hand Be Full For Always If Only With Another Hand. May Your Heart Be Empty Only Long Enough To Give You Cause To Fill It Up Again With Love. May Your Soul Be Lost By You Only To Be Found By God.

Poetry Is Fact Given Over To Imagery.

I Cannot Speculate On What Our Cluttered Mind Will Save- Sleepy Sundays, Or A Nosebleed After Love. I Know Only The Dying Heart Needs The Nourishment Of Memory To Live Beyond Too Many Winters.

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.