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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 an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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