Mannahatta (by Walt Whitman) I was asking for something specific and perfect for my city, Whereupon lo! upsprang the aboriginal name. Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly, musical, self-sufficient, I see that the word of my city is that word from of old, Because I see that …

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Do you ever have days when you kind of feel disconnected from reality?  When you kind of go through the motions so from the outside all seems to be ‘normal’, whatever that is… you get dressed, feed the children, do the laundry… but from the inside everything seems fuzzy and kind of out of focus. …

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Phenomenal Woman ((by Maya Angelou) Pretty 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 …

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