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    CHANGE
    LIKE THE FOG ON A CHILL NIGHT ... ONLY TO BE PUSHED ASIDE BY THE MORNING SUN. BABY'S SKIN TWAS SMOOTH AS SILK .. NOW, I THINK WITH A MAN'S HEART WITHIN A WRINKLED BODY. SPEAKING, KNOWING, I SHALL NOT BE HEARD FOR THE FOG HAS ENTERED MY BONES ... AND THERE SHALL BE NO MORNING SUN TO WARM MY SOUL .

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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