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There's grief of want, and grief of cold--a sort they call "despair"; There's banishment from native eyes In sight of native air.
L 1209:
A salute to our men and women in the armed forces...regardless of what we think of war, they are serving so that we and others may remain and/or achieve freedom. They deserve our utmost respect.
L 1209:
How rich art is; if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never without food for thought or truly lonely, never alone. Vincent van Gogh
