Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Eugene Ionesco
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I've climbed, and…
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
.... with no cure except as a guillotine might be called a cure for dandruff.