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May 01, 2007

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James

Make no mistake, this is a poem.
The subject is a blossoming of enthusiam.
Not unlike the later work of T.S. Elliot when he finally 'arrived' . . .

blahfeme

thanks - wow comparison with Elliot. Gosh... I'm not worthy, etc. etc.

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