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I need to start thinking more like you Lickety. I'd feel guilty...
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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 FooZe; Mar 29, 2015 at 10:01 PM.
Reason: administrative edit (removed quote)
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