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Ready, you're supposed to post about yourself on here. Please don't stop!
Me, I've been right cranky lately and I'm not entirely sure why...
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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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