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September 28, 2006

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Burton

And this made me realize I've never posted about "wild oats."

Maybe because this topic goes against the "grain"?

Hugo

Ouch! ;-)

Jeremy Henty

In my early twenties I worked for a while as a porter in a psychiatric unit. One day one of the female staff walked in and announced that I would have to kill a wounded bird lying in the driveway outside. It was taken for granted that she, as a woman, could not be expected to do such a thing and that it was entirely appropriate for her to offload the responsible onto some available man (ie. me). I still have mixed feelings about that.

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I think I heard this poem 40 years back and still remember it word by word It takes me to the some phase in myself when I feel kind of hurted and there is no one who can heal my wounds and than I choose death over my life very proudly and as my right.

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It is a pretty good and strong poem. those are strong words and thanks for sharing that nice piece of art.

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