(((Art)))
Tell that man that if he doesn't want to go get his hearing aid that's his problem. You take care of you. He's old enough not to need his hand held and you're not his mother. 
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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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