|| Know no more about me,
I, me and myself, in all;
Than the perturbations of thoughts and feels,
That, everyday, rise and fall.||
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Sunday, 21 December 2014
All but words
All is for long said and done, But maybe not in words plain; What is more there in words said, Than actions that never feign?
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