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  • The Windup Girl

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      • Cyrano de Bergerac

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        • God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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          • The Second Coming

            Turning and turning in the widening gyre
            The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
            Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
            Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
            The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
            The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
            The best lack all conviction, while the worst
            Are full of passionate intensity.

            Surely some revelation is at hand;
            Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
            The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
            When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
            Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
            A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
            A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
            Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
            Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
            The darkness drops again; but now I know
            That twenty centuries of stony sleep
            Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
            And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
            Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
            God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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              • Hunger

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                • Originally posted by BaitongBoy View Post
                  I can empathize with this. I used to hide out in mountain forests, sit leaning against a tree, just staring out into the valleys. Content.
                  I used to chase radios. Now I don't.

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                    • The Snow Man
                      by Wallace Stevens

                      One must have a mind of winter
                      To regard the frost and the boughs
                      Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

                      And have been cold a long time
                      To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
                      The spruces rough in the distant glitter

                      Of the January sun; and not to think
                      Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
                      In the sound of a few leaves,

                      Which is the sound of the land
                      Full of the same wind
                      That is blowing in the same bare place

                      For the listener, who listens in the snow,
                      And, nothing himself, beholds
                      Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
                      God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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                      • Factotum

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                          • Billy Budd, Sailor

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                            • The Waking

                              I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
                              I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
                              I learn by going where I have to go.

                              We think by feeling. What is there to know?
                              I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
                              I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

                              Of those so close beside me, which are you?
                              God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
                              And learn by going where I have to go.

                              Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
                              The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
                              I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

                              Great Nature has another thing to do
                              To you and me; so take the lively air,
                              And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

                              This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
                              What falls away is always. And is near.
                              I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
                              I learn by going where I have to go.

                              BY THEODORE ROETHKE
                              God, the panic within the Dems, MSM, and left must be horrifying...realizing that Joe is really the best they've got.

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