“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Thursday, September 8, 2016
In other wor(l)ds (Haiku)
Sat-com: men build rockets
to penetrate atmosphere
beyond metaphor.
Photo By U.S. Air Force [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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