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  • Respublica
    The strident high
    civic trumpeting
    of misrule. It is
    what we stand for. ...
  • Ovid In The Third Reich
    non peccat, quaecumque potest peccasse negare,
    solaque famosam culpa professa facit.

    Amores, III, xiv ...
  • Mercian Hymns

    King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the citadel at Tamworth, the summer hermitage in Holy Cross: guardian of the Welsh Bridge and the Iron Bridge: contractor to the desirable new estates: saltmaster: moneychanger: commissioner for oaths: martyrologist: the friend of Charlemagne.
  • In Piam Memoriam

    Created purely from glass the saint stands,
    Exposing his gifted quite empty hands ...
  • On Seeing The Wind At Hope Mansell
    Whether or not shadows are of the substance
    such is the expectation I can
    wait to surprise my vision as a wind
    enters the valley: sudden and silent ...
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Time 7 Sun 5 Light 5 Great 4 Hear 4 Common 4 True 4 Long 4 Good 4 I Love You 3

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Elucidatetrain1: early diagnosis can make such a difference to someone's life.
Geoffrey_e_hill: i agree. preprints alert colleagues to forthcoming work & increase citation rates of papers. i encourage my students to post manuscripts as preprints.
East_: watching the house on haunted hill remake finally, succulently 90s, geoffrey rush is an amazing vincent price counter part, famke janssen absolutely in her prime here.
Geoffrey_e_hill: very neat. this is presumably why there is only one osprey species in the world—gene flow.
Geoffrey_wardle: only in oklahoma can you get a burger for lunch and the burger place follows faith hill’s “this kiss” with stone temple pilots’ “plush”
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Love Walked Alone.
 by Stephen Crane

Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain. .


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