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poem by maya angelou
Friday, August 10th, 2007Pretty women wonder
where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit
a fashion model’s size
but when I start to tell them,
they think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
that’s me.
I walk into a room
just as cool as [...]
the fiddler of dooney by w.b. yeats
Monday, March 5th, 2007When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Moharubuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin,
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in [...]