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  • Breaking the rules

    The Aesthetic CrusadeMother and I stoleOut to the garden last night.Quick shadows in home’s gold light,Streaked with coal,We bowled across the oily the base of the landscape, torn.The stars our ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
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We are discreet sheep; we wait to see how the drove is going, and then go with the drove.
— Mark Twain