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Yet let no empty gust/Of passion find an utterance in thy lay,/A blast that whirls the dust/Along the howling street and dies away;/
But feelings of calm power and mighty sweep,/Like currents journeying through the windless deep.
3 comments:
Joe, Honestly, from the first time I met you I can't tell you how many doors you opened for me . . . Here's another. Thanx.
that's great :) I miss you bro!!
haha. poor jon
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