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Can I tempt you with some lemon ginger? It's gooood. Or maybe some Lyon's, good and strong, with lots of milk...?
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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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