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My Head Is Bloodied, But Unbowed. -- From The Poem Invictu
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My head is bloodied, but unbowed.
-- From the poem Invictus
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Invictus Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud Under the bludgeoning of chance...
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate
I am the captain of my soul. -- William Ernest Henley, Invictu...
A killer stalks the halls of my high school. Innocent cheerleaders die by knife.
Teachers lock the classroom doors. I must find him, or I'll flunk....
Is it in my head, or in my heart?
Data: "Throughout the ages, from Keats to Giorchamo, poets have composed 'odes' to individuals who have had a profound effect upon their lives.
In keeping with that tradition, I have written my next poem....
I want to read my new poem about pork brains and outer space... -- Zippy the Pinhead
All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream.
-- Edgar Allen Poe, from the poem "A Dream Within a Dream...
Come, muse, let us sing of rats! -- From a poem by James Grainger, 1721-1767
My head, my head!" --Robert Louis Stevenson, writer, 1850-1894