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Can you see through the smog in the air In which the sun’s bright light is dimming from space debris, but we do not care Twilight's last gleaming, the only time the harsh pollution is hidden
Oh say can you see? By the dawn’s early light The big wall towering Over us all upright Whose broad bricks And bright clay
The world's shortest song, perhaps, Is just one word It is poetic and kind Yet it sends chills down one's spine To think that one could be different from the rest
She pushed in the knob and turned up the volume. Her heart recognized the first sound and latched on before her ears caught up. In that moment, in that space of pure recognition
I am not a victim of discrimination.
I put the cloth and towels down, I put them in between the cracks.
This no-man’s land, It’s habit now; You drink it in, You take a bow. Posturing silence A word then a pause; Applause!