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loudly In the deep, dead of night, But whether it swallowed its burning tears Or wiped them away with a cold, clenched fist, I have never yet seen the rock shed a tear. It seems so stoic that even a poison needle’s prick Would elicit no...

is booing dramatically—her torso turned slightly, one arm extended toward the TV with a thumbs-down gesture, her other fist clenched at her side, her head thrown back in a visible, playful shout of disapproval. The TV screen shows a...

would fly my way, But a bull out for a stroll Came by, drooling, And thrust his thick lips toward me! Inside the fist clenched without my knowing, My face and my heart withered in fear. My face and my body, Born of a thousand claps of...

my eye She asked if I could spare just one dollar My left hand reached for my wallet while my right hand clenched into a fist Should I give this money? Would it be put to good use? No one else standing at the intersection— no one but me...