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Note to self: if you're going to drink too much wine, don't wash it down with half a jar of peanut butter. (yuck yuck yuck ack pbbt pah)
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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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