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Jealousy I put out my hand and plucked a rose, A red satin rose with a velvet scent, And chaliced its loveliness in reverent palms, Knowing ...
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February Afternoon By Edward Thomas Men heard this roar of parleying starlings, saw, A thousand years ago even as now, Black rooks with whit...
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I found this blog at David's Trotskyist blog.
I'm a radical from Minnesota who was active in the 1960s. I'm from near his home. He actually disliked being associated with leftist movements. He never was active.
Really good blog.
I know - but maybe it was more of
a necessary evolution marked by
the song My Back Pages before
going electric ?
You have to buy in to sell out-
I said that
Thanks for the feedback
Pete
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