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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: From a father to his son

    No august prophet could have augured, Nor honest author could have portrayed, The plangent sky that morning rang, The plagal tone those mourners sang. I speak forebodingly, Foreknowingly. The pangs ...

    Mar 8, 2011


Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate.
— Sigmund Freud