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    i hate cold potatoes without salt and pepper.
    I hate picnics invaded by giant insects-especially wasp.
    I hate every morning a perfect sunshine day or a perfect
    foggy day.
    i hate everyone and no one. I have invisible earplugs
    and thick reading glasses.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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