The poet who watched the world

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The poet who watched the world

Hankies come out of Mom's purse. The engine hardly makes a sound even when you put it in reverse. It's got a push-button transmission,hardtop convertible, 4-door.

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It's November of '63 and the brand new Dodge is a ' And we're rolling slow down Main Street - the asphalt and gravel crunch. Church is finally over and we're going to have our Sunday lunch. And then I will play football with my buddies down in park. Later I'll dream about my girlfriend as I lie alone in the dark.

She's got short red hair and blue eyes and her swimsuit's also blue and her little brother is retarded, but Jesus loves him, too. And Jesus loves our president, even though he is a Catholic. There's a lot for a boy to think about as he walks along the railroad tracks. And my sister won't get carsick 'cause we're going only half a mile and the car still has that new car smell and dad looks like he might smile and the world is big and full of Autumn and I'm hungry as can be and we're in our brand new '64 Dodge November of '63 "Boomtown" Here come the artists with their intense faces, with their need for money and quiet spaces.

They leave New York, they leave L. Here they are - who knows how long they'll stay - [chorus: Here come the tourists with their blank stares, with their fanny packs - they are penny millionaires.

Something interesting happened here long time ago. Now where people used to live their lives the restless come and go.

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Welcome to the new age, the new century. Welcome to a town with no real reason to be. For the rest of us, it's trailers on the outskirts of town. We carry them their coffee, wash their shiny cars, hear all about how lucky we are to be living in a The natives have to move - they cannot pay the taxes.

Santa Fe has had it. Maybe you'll be lucky - maybe your town will be the new I said to her, "Looks like they had some fun. A young man down in hill country in the year of '22 went to see his future bride.

She lived in a rough old shack that poverty blew through. She invited him inside.Crowley was many things, attractive and repulsive. Yet above all he was a Trickster, amused all the while at those who would condemn his antics with the same Victorian clutch-the-pearls disgust one sees in the average online Comments section.

A cottage that was once the home of renowned English poet A E Housman has gone on the market for £million. The home is located in Highgate, north London. Belatengeta —Poet Laureate—Tsegaye Gabre-Medhin,.

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The poet who watched the world

An early example of Italian literature is the tradition of vernacular lyric poetry performed in Occitan, which reached Italy by the end of the 12th century.

"If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she's gonna call me Point B " began spoken word poet Sarah Kay, in a talk that inspired two standing ovations at TED She tells the story of her metamorphosis -- from a wide-eyed teenager soaking in verse at New York's Bowery Poetry Club to a teacher connecting kids with the power of self-expression through Project V.O.I.C.E.

The poet who watched the world

-- and gives. While the world watched, I felt the sun burn. I heard the moon sing. It’s boom still rings in my ears. I saw the steeple shed it’s second skin.


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