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Friday, November 10, 2017

Praise That My Body Be Whole

Out of a War of Wits:

...when folly of words
Was the world's to me, and syllables
Fell hard as whips on an old wound,
My brain came crying into the fresh light,
Called for confessor but there was none
To purge after the wit's fight,
And I was struck dumb by the sun.

Dylan Thomas.

ntodd

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