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when maya angelou speaks, I listen


On the Pulse of Morning Maya Angelou – 1928-2014 A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Marked the mastodon,The dinosaur, who left dried tokensOf their sojourn hereOn our planet floor,Any broad alarm of their hastening doomIs lost in … Continue reading

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