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#268941voted by our readers
By lhatcher123 BRONZE
Dover, Delaware

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I am not cruel, only truthful‚The eye of a litt...
lhatcher123 BRONZE, Dover, Delaware
1 article 0 photos 11 comments

#268942 Poetry
SaintJamesHallow PLATINUM, Sequim, Washington
26 articles 1 photo 12 comments
#268943 Poetry
By Aesthetic BRONZE
Bayside, New York
Aesthetic BRONZE, Bayside, New York
2 articles 0 photos 2 comments
#268944 Poetry
By AshleyRenee BRONZE
Florissant, Missouri
AshleyRenee BRONZE, Florissant, Missouri
2 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
A &#039;No&#039; uttered from the deepest conviction is better than a &#039;Yes&#039; merely uttered to please, or worse, to avoid trouble -<br /> Mohandas Gandhi

#268945 Poetry
By Rachel_B GOLD
Malverne, New York
Rachel_B GOLD, Malverne, New York
12 articles 2 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night. But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends, it gives a lovely light.&quot;<br /> ~Edna St. Vincent Millay

#268946 Poetry
By Anisha Durio BRONZE
New Orleans, Louisiana
Anisha Durio BRONZE, New Orleans, Louisiana
1 article 0 photos 0 comments
#268947 Poetry
By runnerskier BRONZE
In A Land Far, Far Away, Alaska
runnerskier BRONZE, In A Land Far, Far Away, Alaska
4 articles 0 photos 8 comments
#268948 Poetry
By Anonymous
#268949 Poetry
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#268950 Poetry
By BettingImNot GOLD
Toronto, Other
BettingImNot GOLD, Toronto, Other
13 articles 2 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;It&#039;s a paper town, look at all those culs-de-sac, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I&#039;ve lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.&rdquo; -John Green