B: Xxxxiiii Poem by Douglas Scotney
B: Xxxxiiii
Between creation and emptiness,
we destroy
to make room for happiness,
construct
in order to grow sad.
Monday, February 25, 2013
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4/19/2024 11:45:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I agree, we need to make room for happiness, and some of the things we construct make us sad- dangerous rifles, invasive computer technology for hackers, unnecessary parking meter restrictions to take people's money off them, etc. M. Walker.