Poetry is the impish

Poetry is the impish
Poetry is the impish attempt to paint the colour of the wind.
  

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A man's ruin lies in his tongue.
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. woman can hold him. the wind must blow him away.
There isnothing so disagreeable, that a patient mind cannot find some solace for it.
Childhood shows the man, as morning shows the day
Originality is the art of Concealing your Source.
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.
He whocannot agree with his enemies is controlled by them.
It is long and hard and painful to create life; it is short and easy to steal the life others have made.
Who can say more than rich praise, that you alone are you?
Step after step the ladder is ascended
If you get to thinking you're a person of some influence,try ordering somebody else's dog around.
Consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.