I want to go back to bed and sleep all day. I need to go to the DES. I don't wanna be a grown-up today! :stomp: 
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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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