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I've borrowed this from Fuzzy's post... a coincidence?
Doth from my senses take all feeling else
Save what beats there. Filial ingratitude!
Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand
For lifting food to't? But I will punish home
No, I will weep no more. In such a night
To shut me out!
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Psalm 119:105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
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