Why is the world at peace.
This may astonish you a little but when you realise how
easily Mrs. Charles Bianco sells the work of American
painters to American millionaires you will recognize that
authorities are constrained to be relieved. Let me tell you a
story. A painter loved a woman. A musician did not sing.
A South African loved books. An American was a woman
and needed help. Are Americans the same as incubators.
But this is the rest of the story. He became an authority.
Daughter
Gertrude Stein
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Poem topics: peace, work, world, authority, african, woman, story, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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