Monthly Archives: June 2011

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The windmills tilt against Oil— Quixotes that cannot win. Their puffing, tragic toil Can’t turn high energy in. Black Coal, black Oil, must conquer, And Nuclear, pure, supreme, If civilization master The sane, impossible dream! Advertisements

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Sharp As Any Knife

(Following Summer Hamori’s quote, “Her passion was her pain”) Her life was all her passion; Her mind was all her life; And what she put to action Was sharp as any knife. Men came and tried to handle, With hope … Continue reading

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