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Favorite Poetry


Shortest summer night... come dawn, lamps still burn on the bay. Shiki

A unicorns observation

Peter S Beagle from The Last Unicorn [The unicorn]sighed and plodded on, both amused and disappointed. It serves you right, she told herself. You know better than to expect a butterfly to know your name. All they know are songs and poetry, and anything else they hear.. They mean well, but they can't keep things straight. And why should they? They die so soon.


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