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I sort of want to and I sort of don't. Christmas will probably be come and gone before I make up my mind though so probably no.
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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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