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Took the eight year old to the park after school today. They did up the playground and it's amazing. In my defense I was not the only adult playing as hard as the kids...
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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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