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Poetry is a way for me to explore a tingly feeling, to let it play itself out, and also to map it. I feel like I'm making little star maps when I write poems.
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City lights shine bright on my complexion, Self-reflection...red hairs flashing at the intersection. Life is a green light, one star, no script, Supporting actors...fresh peaches, no pit.
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Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.
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I am the master! I stretch forth my hands, even to the skies! I lay my hands upon the stars, as on the crystal wheels of the harmonica. Now fast, now slow, as my soul wills, I turn the stars. I weave them into rainbows, harmonies. I feel immortality! I create immortality!
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Lustre of man walking proud beneath the sky diminishes to nothing and goes unregarded.
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If you want your energy bills to go up, you should support an ever greater dependence on foreign oil, because the rate of new discoveries is declining as demand in China and India is growing, and the price of oil and thus the price of coal will go sky high.
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I don't know how long a child will remain utterly static in front of the television, but my guess is that it could be well into their thirties.
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Three minutes thought would suffice to find this out; but thought is irksome and three minutes is a long time.
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The greatest problem about old age is the fear that it may go on too long.
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It's hard to say what I want my legacy to be when I'm long gone.
