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| The Lost Sound of the Stars | ||||||||||||||||||
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| I'm Peter Shapiro and this is my homepage. It will include some of my poems, songs, and short stories. I just started constructing it though, so you may have to wait a while for everything to be posted. | ||||||||||||||||||
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| "This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers. There are men who can't be bought. The fireborn are at home in fire. The stars make no noise. You can't hinder the wind from blowing. Time is a great teacher. Who can live without hope?" The above poem was transcribed from an alleyway in Ann Arbor, Michigan. The alleyway may be repainted, but as long as the poem is shared it, like its message, will never die. |
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