The stars too often shoot
straight out of our grasp,
and we can reach the sky
just as soon as it falls.
(copyright a(scetic)verse, January 12, 2009)
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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destiny,
fate,
fortune,
freedom,
futility,
literature,
philosophy,
poem,
poetry,
verse
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