“Go on, now, go. Walk out the door. Just turn around now, 'cause you're not welcome anymore. Weren't you the one who tried to hurt me with 'goodbye?' Did you think I'd crumble? Did you think I'd lay down and die? I will survive.” ThinkingDiesTurnsCausesHurtWalksDoorsGoes OnDown AndLaysWelcomeGoodbyeHurt Me Author:Gloria Gaynor
“Shall I let in the stranger, Shall I welcome the sailor, Or stay till the day I die? Hands of the stranger and holds of the ships, Hold you poison or grapes?” HandsDiesLonelinessStrangerShipsWelcomePoisonSailorGrapes Book:The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The Original Edition Source: The Collected Poems of Dylan Thomas: The Original Edition