Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
War is so unjust and ugly that all who wage it must try to stifle the voice of conscience within themselves.
When I was a kid, my parents would play badminton, but I hardly joined them. I'd just pick up their racquets and fiddle around. Check out how the racquet was made... toss it around to see how light it was! At the time, I didn't even know I'd play badminton.
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