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Posted 2024-03-23 08:15:06
Stol'n on his wing my three-and-twentieth year! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th. Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth That I to manhood am arriv'd so near; And inward ripeness doth much less appear, That some more timely-happy spirits endu'th. Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow, It shall be still in strictest measure ev'n To that same lot, however mean or high, Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n: All is, if I have grace to use it so As ever in my great Task-Master's eye. -John Milton |
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Posted 2024-03-23 08:15:40
of boyish red the tongue crushes strawberry dreams hack away wound and wound the fountain and on the mouth perspiration white from someone's neck a little tooth has bit the finger of the bride the tabby yellow and sere howls the red boy from the gable flies an animal hearkens in his white throat his juice runs down pigeon thighs a pale sweet spike still sticks in woman white lard an april breath of boyish red -Elfriede Jelinek |
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