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I don't think I have posted this one yet.
We were reading Content, by Thomas Dekker in our English class, and we had to write our own poem about Content. Content in this case means contentment:
Content
“You, Epicurean that squanders life,
You that lives for pleasure and nothing more
Take all of my possessions which are rife
You’ll find that you’re no richer than before”
Said the ascetic monk to the gourmand
Who gaily found his holdings at expand
The epicurean bought a stable
He raised graceful mares and marvelous steeds
Exquisite foods overwhelmed his table
Ample for his and his family’s needs
His riches and joys reached high as the skies
While the ascetic monk of hunger dies.
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"No theory, no ready-made system, no book that has ever been written will save the world.
I cleave to no system. I am a true seeker."
-Mikhail Bakunin
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Originally Posted by George Carlin
People who say they don’t care what people think are usually desperate to have people think they don’t care what people think.
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