My test

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    My test

    Tears flood the eyelids migraine head stress,a good life seems hopeless but optimistically I press.On to the next day whatever maybe,I walk through what I have to, even though lately.I carry the worries of this world on my head and on my shoulders.Drop to my knees look above heaven only knows the,way I'l truly be free is to truly understand,that the weight of the earth can not be carried by one man.

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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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