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Jul 2012
Renaissance you say,
and my heart sinks.

Too much and not enough
in the book, by the book,
play by the book, play
by the rules.

What Do I Know,
Montaigne said (allegedly)
And we all look and
say Nothing.
Written by
Margit Appleton
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