The greatest form of flattery an insult to the originallity if- and only if- the sun will rise on the twenty- first day Complicating - the interjection hurt through the bloodied ear away, away so leave it for it cannot hear those - sounds they do though they have the perception of man- in-the-moon Marigolds New time re growth re new re tell re be as it were a challenge cutting through butter like a knife in water the weakest link in the chain of sympathetic gestures which - though not felt became part of the whole in the THINK of things R I G I D were the ties that bound the broken body to the soul again- the child cried 'twas lifted through a garden of the most convenient kind NOT necessary was the Rain in Spain that stayed in the plain...or was it better - the plane? Yes! no matter they never saw me anyway hiding there there -in the eye of the storm, there -where the strongest winds cease to blow and the clamness is deafeningly sick to my stomach
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