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Just went down to get the clothes out of the laundry and I passed a guy (who was clearly NOT a teen) wearing a knee-length t-shirt. I was very tempted to compliment him on his dress...
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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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