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I'm from holy palmers kisses and Cupid painted blind, from trees breathing through their fingers, tranquil thoughts and peace of mind. I'm from Helen Hayes' triumphs, from Maya Angelou's tears, Robert Frost's insights, and Poe's darkest years. I'm from love and hate, earth and air, man and woman, truth and dare. I'm from all these divine things, pure and true and sweet, but I'm also from milk and cookies and Saturday morning Sesame Street. From butterfly kisses and bed-bugs that won't bite, from curling up with Mama for a story every night. In a transforming world on the brink of the millennium, my bedroom and my teddy bear, that's where I'm from. |