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My thoughts were a bundle, My thoughts were unresolved, My body had been my friend And I was in conflict with thought. But now as I lose control Over motion and pose, My thoughts have become my only hope; They spoke with me in prose. - N.C.
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Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
Thoughts of a Dying Thinker
My thoughts were a bundle, My thoughts were unresolved, My body had been my friend And I was in conflict with thought. But now as I lose control Over motion and pose, My thoughts have become my only hope; They spoke with me in prose. - N.C.
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Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 7:37 AM UTC
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