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By Anonymous

Elaine, how can you pity a man born of dirt and refuse? A purified figure he may appear now but his beginnings show every stain Gentle his gaze may flow over you and spread...

#368502 Poetry
By katlawls BRONZE
Osterville, Massachusetts
katlawls BRONZE, Osterville, Massachusetts
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.<br /> Henry Ellis

#368503 Poetry
By HaleyD. PLATINUM
Bel Air, Maryland
HaleyD. PLATINUM, Bel Air, Maryland
26 articles 1 photo 8 comments
#368504 Poetry
OutOfTheNight SILVER, Duxbury, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#368505 Poetry
By HayleyG. SILVER
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
HayleyG. SILVER, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#368506 Poetry
Jellybean_kay SILVER, Laporte, Indiana
8 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
" Everyday may not be good, but there is good in everyday." ~ unknown

#368507 Poetry
By AliyaM15 SILVER
Spring, Texas
AliyaM15 SILVER, Spring, Texas
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#368508 Poetry
By Christopher Eicher SILVER
Bolingbrook, Illinois
Christopher Eicher SILVER, Bolingbrook, Illinois
5 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#368509 Poetry
By clairexaudrey PLATINUM
Bethel, Connecticut
clairexaudrey PLATINUM, Bethel, Connecticut
41 articles 3 photos 73 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.&quot;<br /> -Elizabeth Kubler Ross

#368510 Poetry
MisterHowl BRONZE, Pinson, Alabama
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and... there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I&#039;m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I&#039;m afraid that you&#039;ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.&quot;