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February 2009
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for des
Oh I cut his hair myself one night A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light And he told me that I'd done alright Samson went back to bed Not much hair left on his head Ate a slice of wonderbread a
Mutabilityby Percy Bysshe Shelley We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon; How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver, Streaking the darkness radiantly! -yet soon Night closes round, and th
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