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     I cannot sing
    And I wouldn't dream
    to raise a voice in front of the Queen!

    I cannot hear
    Though I'd shrill on my way down the hill

    I cannot run
    It's not such fun,
    what with not getting those hottylicious buns!

    I cannot see
    The way most people see

    Yet I see many have revealed;
    blotting memories out,
    and let them not be healed
    or dealt with

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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