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    Shadows falling day by day as into sorrow bleeds a malicious foray.
    One bite makes you tall, and another makes you ever so small
    But alac and alas, I do not really give a damn for the call.
    Apathetic I am, so is every other being on this planet.

    They say that they are not bit they lie. 

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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