i shall not mourn in sorrow for that which was not He
nor drown in Lethe-ward waters lost to Hippocrene
this Beauty that is dead within Provencal song
Midnight soul ascends, embers holds strong.
Greetings girls, boys, spiritual hobos, holy nomads, cowgirls in need of cows, hair collectors, mad dreamers, furious sceamers, mystics of reality, magic bean buyers, perpeutal liars, heart worshipppers, work-a-holic poets, elusive musicians, holy ambassadors, and of course, the Amazon princesses. wel-o-come new friends, old friends, uncertain friends, cautious friends, anonymous friends, shalom to this little world of madness, laughter, nothingness, everythingness and of course communication.
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