A ‘golden shovel’ poem
Come elections, they fuss like babies on buses; Cajole their flocks: Let's turn back the clocks! Snobbishly focused solely 'pon their own jobs; Self-styled leaders smooch every small child; Scores of whores hired for unsavory chores; No lack of hacks begging: O, take me back! Lies, pleas, promises (worthless) issue forth
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When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
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