So here is where the poets come out to play,
like so many fairies dancing around rings of mushrooms
at night while the world sleeps.
So the poet writes and dreams while the world sleeps.
The folowing are some poems I have collected
from different places here and there -
some I have written in past lives (it seems),
some are written by friends,
some I know are famous.
Read, enjoy, feel free to comment on any
you find to your liking or disliking.
Nelson Mandela's 1994 Inaugural Speech
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