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by Paul Laurence Dunbar
In a bizarre coincidence, I learned that my 100 year old Grandmother just passed away on the same day that I was making this.
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary...
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"We won't get lost."
He says and I,
"Or sink? Or drown?"
I trust him.
"Hey, we'll have some fun."
("And how did I get into this?"
I think.)
Our journey cross the river
has begun.
("What...
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Weed through the slang
of pompous modern man,
past every status phrase
coined for new roles,
back past the jargon
forged for every plan that sought
to raise mankind
to higher goals,
then...
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I've not been one
to tell you how to drive.
It's your car, your gas.
I'm here for the ride.
Right now,
it's up to you
when we arrive.
But this is what I'm seeing
from my side.
When fearing...
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"Yes, for a lowly slave much danger lies
In any act that others find too bold
And certain death awaits the one who tries
To find the famous hidden caves of old.
Yet one had dreamt of secrets...
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a dynamic visual journey showing youth and innocence and the technicolor potential of how we see the world.
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In the journey from darkness to light, one kind of madness is exchanged for another:
Time has passed, minutes have flown,
The fire has raged and gone,
And empty...
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