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Jun 2013
To be no more; sad cure; for who would loose,
Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through Eternity,
To perish rather, swallowd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night, [ 150 ]
Devoid of sense and motion?
Bartholomew maximillian olash
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Bartholomew maximillian olash  Louisville, ky
(Louisville, ky)   
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