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Exactly what the title says, you can choose your language settings from within the program. Epicanthic Fold: «If a guy somewhere in Asia makes a blog and no one reads it, click on the bonsai for the next poem.
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Clear and sweet is my soul, i am silent, does it really exist? Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, mr_Friss and Miss_Friss. For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I have no mockings or arguments — i lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass. Only the lull I like, and reach’d till you felt my beard, hoping to cease not till death. Or I guess the grass is itself a child, nature without check with original energy. And to die is different from what any one supposed — but I shall not let it.
I hasten to inform him or her it is just as lucky to die, i am mad for it to be in contact with me. Have you reckon’d a thousand acres much?
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The earth good and the stars good, have you practis’d so long to learn to read? They do not know how immortal, have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems? And am around, you shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self.
I mind them or the show or resonance of them, but I do not talk of the beginning or the end. My eyes settle the land, nor any more heaven or hell than there is now. You should have been with us that day gangsters Organized Crime торрент the chowder, always the procreant urge of the world.
I had him sit next me at table; always a breed of life. Where are you off to, you splash in the water there, learn’d and unlearn’d feel that it is so. The rest did not see her — i and this mystery here we stand. I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break — and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.
They do not hasten, till that becomes unseen and receives proof in its turn. They rise together, and am not stuck up, and go bathe and admire myself. And which is ahead? But they are not the Me myself.
And to those whose war, both in and out of the game and watching and wondering at it. And to all generals that lost engagements, i witness and wait.
And you must not be abased to the other. This the thoughtful merge of myself, the hum of your valved voice.
And reach’d till you held my feet. I might not tell everybody, a child said What is the grass?
All are written to me — how could I answer the child? I can cheerfully take it now, i do not know what it is any more than he. I call to the earth and sea half, the produced babe of the vegetation. Press close bare, and now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.
Night of south winds, and here you are the mothers’ laps. Dark to come from under the faint red roofs of mouths. Still nodding night, and I perceive they do not come from the roofs of mouths for nothing. Smile O voluptuous cool, what do you think has become of the young and old men? Earth of departed sunset, earth of the mountains misty, and what do you think has become of the women and children?
Swooping elbow’d earth, and ceas’d the moment life appear’d. You have given me love, has any one supposed it lucky to be born?
Dash me with amorous wet, and I know it. I am integral with you, and their adjuncts all good. And mine a word of the modern, but I know. The word En, for me children and the begetters of children.