SNIPPETS
I’ve been reviled as hard-core crazy
by people dusted off from a loony bin.
I’ve been caged and shackled,
maligned and slandered.
I’ve rattled those chains – rattled my jailers.
At least when I stand alone
I’m sure of where I stand.
Try to remember
that sometimes it’s the windmills
who imagine themselves to be giants.
Descendants of Chelm.
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Sunday, January 22, 2012
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