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Tag Archives: New York City
Poem: New York, 1964
Could I return from far away, to snow forts where the young boys play. Where school let out for half a day, to hear what words the priest might say. The fall felled leaves red, gold, and brown, lay heaped … Continue reading
Posted in About Life, Poetry
Tagged 1964, childhood, Louis William Rose, New York City, New York State, Poem, seasons, The Bronx
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On Argument and Why Men Should Never Show Their Legs in Public
“He that complies against his will, is of his own opinion still”1 Argument is an intrinsic part of our interaction with other creatures. The first recorded argument is found in the book of Genesis, Chapter 3: 1 Now the serpent … Continue reading