Remembering All Those Things Which Couldn'T Possibly Be Real Comments
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Lost in the transcendental woods,
With a beard as knotted as Walt Whitman,
Pretty girls whistle at my scars,
And even when you get lost its like being in
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This is the best poem I have ever read on her, far surpassing my own You're a master.