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You can’t write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

Bertolt Brecht

The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?
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Storm Tree Violent
Something ignoble, loathsome, undignified attends all associations between people and has been transferred to all objects, dwelling, tools, even the landscape itself.
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Dwelling Object People Tool
When the house of a great one collapses Many little ones are slain.
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Collapse House Littles
It’s all right to hesitate if you then go ahead.
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Ahead Literature Travel
Everyone needs help from everyone.
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Collaboration Helping Needs
People are too durable, that’s their main trouble. They can do too much to themselves, they last too long.
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Long People Silly
Spring is noticed, if at all By people sitting in railway trains.
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People Sitting Spring
You may proclaim, good sirs, your fine philosophy But till you feed us, right and wrong can wait!
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May Philosophy Waiting
Grub first, then ethics.
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Cooking First Food
The newspaper The dog Dialectics Showering, swimming Old music Comfortable shoes Comprehension New music Writing, planting Traveling Singing Being friendly
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Comfortable Dog Newspaper Planting Shoe Singing
The right to happiness is fundamental; men live so little time and die alone.
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Alone Happiness Joy Men
A theater without beer is just a museum
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Beer Museums Theater
What they could do with ’round here is a good war. What else can you expect with peace running wild all over the place? You know what the trouble with peace is? No organization.
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Peace Running War
There are some with brains and some without. It makes for a better division of labour.
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Brain Division Labor
First the grub, then the morals.
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Firsts Miscellaneous Moral
To those who does not know the world is on fire, I have nothing to say.
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Fire Nothing World

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