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Concealing thougts…

Yes, of the kind which men attain! Who dares the child’s true name in public mention? The few, who thereof something really learned, Unwisely frank, with hearts that spurned concealing, And to the mod laid bare each thought and feeling, … Continue reading

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Nothing remains to be held…

” It happens, sometimes, that things are too much. Stacks overflow. Trusses break. I get that. What I don’t get is: how one barrels through. Where does that strength come from? How is it fed? And if it doesn’t appear … Continue reading

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Time – Johnathan Swift

Time… Ever eating, never cloying, All devouring, all destroying. Never finding full repast, Till I eat the world at last. Johnathan Swift

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