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14 November 2011
Start every day with a smile and get it over with. ~W.C. Fields
A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks. ~Charles Gordy
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello
Beauty is power; a smile is its sword. ~Charles Reade
A smile is the universal welcome. ~Max Eastman
You're never fully dressed without a smile. ~Martin Charnin
It takes seventeen muscles to smile and forty-three to frown. ~Author Unknown
All the statistics in the world can't measure the warmth of a smile. ~Chris Hart
Peace begins with a smile. ~Mother Teresa
peace,
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Myselves
The grievers Grieve Among the street burned to tireless death
A child of a few hours With its kneading mouth Charred on the black breast of the grave The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.
Begin With singing
Sing Darkness kindled back into beginning
When the caught tongue nodded blind,
A star was broken Into the centuries of the child
Myselves grieve now, and miracles cannot atone.
Forgive Us forgive Us your death that myselves the believers
May hold it in a great flood
Till the blood shall spurt,
And the dust shall sing like a bird
As the grains blow, as your death grows, through our heart.
Crying Your dying Cry, Child beyond cockcrow, by the fire-dwarfed
Street we chant the flying sea In the body bereft.
Love is the last light spoken.
Oh Seed of sons in the loin of the black husk left. II
I know not whether Adam or Eve, the adorned holy bullock
Or the white ewe lamb
Or the chosen virgin Laid in her snow On the altar of London,
Was the first to die In the cinder of the little skull,
O bride and bride groom
O Adam and Eve together
Lying in the lull Under the sad breast of the head stone
White as the skeleton Of the garden of Eden.
I know the legend Of Adam and Eve is never for a second
Silent in my service Over the dead infants
Over the one Child who was priest and servants,
Word, singers, and tongue In the cinder of the little skull,
Who was the serpent's
Night fall and the fruit like a sun, Man and woman undone,
Beginning crumbled back to darkness
Bare as nurseries Of the garden of wilderness.
III
Into the organpipes and steeples
Of the luminous cathedrals, Into the weathercocks' molten mouths
Rippling in twelve-winded circles, Into the dead clock burning the hour
Over the urn of sabbaths
Over the whirling ditch of daybreak
Over the sun's hovel and the slum of fire
And the golden pavements laid in requiems, Into the bread in a wheatfield of flames, Into the wine burning like brandy,
The masses of the sea
The masses of the sea under
The masses of the infant-bearing sea
Erupt, fountain, and enter to utter for ever
Glory glory glory The sundering ultimate kingdom of genesis' thunder.
by
Thomas Dylan
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