Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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WHEN slow Disease, with all her host of pains,
Chills the warm, tide which flows along the veins
When Health,affrighted, spreads her rosy wing,
And flies with every changing gale of spring;
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George Gordon Byron
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Jennifer Hartness 28 September 2016

This poem needs some SERIOUS spellchecking

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