Tag: Poetry
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A World of Hurt
I held an atlas in my lap Ran my fingers across the whole world And whispered, where does it hurt It answered Everywhere Everywhere Everywhere A World of Hurt I’ve always loved globes, mine arrived today by mail It holds a sense of wonder, an imaginative tale Beautiful and simple, that no one dared assail…
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The Open Road…by Walt Whitman
youtube.com/watch The open road is not new. Vistas garner interest and a love of freedom, to go where if not ‘no man’, where few men have gone before. Life in such places, with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair makes the journey a joy. Such are the places that fill…