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It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.

Knowledge Of Peace Passes From Country To Country, Like Children's Games, Which Are So Much Alike, Everywhere.

The Reason A Poet Is A Poet Is To Write Poems, Not To Advertise Himself As A Poet.

The Memory Of My Father Is Wrapped Up In White Paper, Like Sandwiches Taken For A Day Of Work. Just As A Magician Takes Towers And Rabbits Out Of His Hat, He Drew Love From His Small Body.

It Was Not An Adventure; It Was My Life.