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Originally Posted by artemis-within
see artie sitting on the couch. see artie wishing she had some chocolate. see artie look for a can of chocolate frosting. bad artie, save it for a cake! put down the spoon. step away from the frosting.
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Have some of my wine. I have Gewurtztraminer. Sweet. You'd like it 
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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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