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I'm patient with my kids, everyone else can bog off. And I rarely post/read off the couch anymore. Sometimes just reading the thread titles has my eyes rolling out of my head...
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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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