"We all have to rise in the end, not just one or two who were smart enough, had will enough for their own salvation, but all the halt, the maimed and the blind of us which is most of us."
Maureen Duffy, poet, playwright, and novelist (b. 1933)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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