Wednesday, October 04, 2006
An Epitaph
"For Paul Laurence Dunbar"
Born of the sorrowful of heart,
Mirth was a crown upon his head;
Pride kept his twisted lips apart
In jest, to hide a heart that bled.
Countee Cullen (1903-1946)
# posted by Aladdin @ 4:50 PM 
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Pride kept his twisted lips apart
In jest, to hide a heart that bled
...No comment!!
shall we start counting blessings? ;)
In jest, to hide a heart that bled
...No comment!!
shall we start counting blessings? ;)
# posted by 
: 4:34 AM
: 4:34 AM 
Epi: yes, 1 2 3 :)
we2am: dont say anything, it's just a great poet lamenting the death an even greater one!
بات: بس بس بس بس صو صوص صو صو (صدق الله العظيم) (خلاص قرينا عليه الفاتحة زي الأفلام):))
we2am: dont say anything, it's just a great poet lamenting the death an even greater one!
بات: بس بس بس بس صو صوص صو صو (صدق الله العظيم) (خلاص قرينا عليه الفاتحة زي الأفلام):))
This is my first time here I really enjoyed every post I love Paul Laurence Dunbar & I was happy to read his poems in your blog I love "We wear the mask" kalmat mo3abera gedan a7ayeek(F)
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