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Conversation with the right being is worth eight years of silence.
Balance your life with extremes to truly know this realm.
So tomorrow I wear black for the 5th time this year.  Wonder if I'll be the one they're bidding farewell to next.  When death comes, I'll have no fear.
As did she when she left the court and all its jesters
It Rose in the east and settled in Southern California.
The cups a poet must drink from to have the fuel to write.
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