Living that life
Got wrong and unwrapped
Real fast
As you look back
At it painting s hold many stories
And you just tryin to find you story in that painting.

Compassion doesn&#39;t, of course, mean feeling sorry for people, or pity, which is how the word has become emasculated in a way.

Life is short, he thought. Art, or something not life, is long, stretching out endless, like concrete worm. Flat, white, unsmoothed by any passage over or across it. Here I stand. But no longer.

The bell that tolls for all in boxing belongs to a cash register.

Written By Bob Verdi

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