“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label equality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label equality. Show all posts
Sunday, June 19, 2016
All (of us) men
All men equally;
She is just a he
that is many more than one.
Painting by By Gretchen Woodman Rogers, 1915 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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