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Let me scale off the itches of this realm,
From the enchanted spells of grief,
To expose all to light even in the fogs of their gleams
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I'm just fearless in my lines, And designed is " I" from a rib, Like the tales of Eve from Adam's ribs. a very fine poem, imagination. tony