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I was the weird kid who got along with the nuns, but then again, my mother was an ex-nun and I was properly trained.
CE, your daughter makes an excellent point. Sometimes I feel like I've been dead most of my life.
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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
Last edited by JustShakey; Dec 11, 2014 at 09:33 AM.
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