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I feel,
not see,
the cards I tightly hold.
I dread to read
my fortune in my hand.
I pick up what I'm dealt.
I've not been told the rules as yet.
Few games I understand.
If poker
I should...
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The woods grow smaller every year. My leaves
Fall green and withered. Bitter water stings
My shrinking roots. Yet I am Laurel still.
I am the tree that one time was a maid,
But that was long...
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Can cells sense something's wrong
when cancer starts?
The body as a whole
is self-contained,
complete,
compatible in all its parts.
Its function, features, fate
are all maintained.
What is...
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liii
They hurried swiftly through the open gate.
Their hearts beat fast. They panted wet with sweat.
Thought it was scarcely safe, they couldn't wait.
They laughed and hugged. His lips...
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xxxviii
With both his hands he struck the gate.
"Who dares to come untaken?" someone cried.
He pounded once again. He couldn't wait
To see his dear Etain. "Let me inside!
It's cold...
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xi
And when sweet juices ran from lip to chin
And waists felt fuller than a bursting sack
They piled up leaves and heather to begin
A morning nap. Etain lay on her back
Each finger yet...
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