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Intro. We don't read or write the poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.
Life is like a journey Taken on a train With a pair of travelers At each windowpane. I may sit beside you All the journey through, Or I may sit elsewhere Never Knowing you. But if fate should mark me To sit by your side, Let's be pleasant travelers; It's so short a ride.
By Dr. M. Coleman Harris
(We're here to have at least a second to relax our soul and enjoy the peace of being beyond the words and poems.).
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Intro. We don't read or write the poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion.
Life is like a journey Taken on a train With a pair of travelers At each windowpane. I may sit beside you All the journey through, Or I may sit elsewhere Never Knowing you. But if fate should mark me To sit by your side, Let's be pleasant travelers; It's so short a ride.
By Dr. M. Coleman Harris
(We're here to have at least a second to relax our soul and enjoy the peace of being beyond the words and poems.).
Oh Captain, My Captain! You'll be missed... ←start phrase of chat.
Dead Poets Society
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Dead Poets Society