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I'm rotfl at the idea of Stopdog blending in (nothing but love, S).
Some people's styles are very easy to pick out, but I've not been here long enough to really put names-to-styles. The internet's version of names-to-faces, don't you love it;-)
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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