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great empires
are rising
underneath floorboards 
as we paint the sky

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  1. In the current political situation, the idea of great empires rising underneath floorboards (as we are obliviously painting the sky?) scares me a bit. Evocative.

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  2. I could read your lines all in one sentence and the message it conveys is just pure ecstasy. thanks and happy Sunday!

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    1. Happy Sunday to you, too JT!
      And thank you

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  3. It happens when we look the other way... alas

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  4. So well articulated and scary Rene as our country looks away...

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  5. Ah, yes, I've always heard it is not good to have one's head in the clouds!

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    1. Sometimes it's ok, but you have to know when to come down

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  6. Beautiful, Rene, and so lovely to see you at Poets United.

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  7. Thank you, Sherry. It's good to be welcomed back after a break.

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  8. Empires rise when when there is weakness in others, there is one prominent nation must really take care.

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