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February 13, 2013 / Fantelius

The Oak of Liberty


Give me your stressed, your depressed,
your tired and poor of hope,
your stuff-burdened masses yearning for fresh air,
the wretched indebted.
Send these soul-suffering masses to me,
I lift my arms besides the forest door.




“When life is not enough
the void must be filled with stuff.”
Dartwill Aquila


(Tomorrow: Dance Around the Golden Ball)


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  1. Ashmoto / Feb 13 2013 6:59 am

    I love hearing your uplifting words and knowledge; you make me want to start back writing poetry.

    • Fantelius / Feb 13 2013 7:23 am

      Thanks! You’re doing quite well with your poetic pictures.

      • Ashmoto / Feb 13 2013 7:25 am

        I’m glad you see my photos as being poetic 🙂

        • Fantelius / Feb 13 2013 7:40 am

          Poetic, and exciting, dramatic and interesting. Today’s first self-portrait, for example, was all of that but the rest was distracting.

          • Ashmoto / Feb 13 2013 7:54 am

            thanks for the advice. I wasn’t sure

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