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  • Dramatic Poetry Re: From a father to his son

    No august prophet could have augured, Nor honest author could have portrayed, The plangent sky that morning rang, The plagal tone those mourners sang. I speak forebodingly, Foreknowingly. The pangs ...

    Mar 8, 2011


A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.
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