I think I've got another 600 or so to go before I can give myself my own title... I'll have to start a poll or something when I get there
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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,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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