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Come Destiny, thou wild haired, wanton wench!
Thou wouldst as soon destroy as e’en behold
Come pluck me from this wooden student’s bench
My soul with awesome, windy wings enfold!
I see thee, waiting near me in the wood
So vigilant — I never see thee sleep
Thine rapier drawn, on this side of it good
The other evil far away to keep
Yet should I slip upon the twisting path
Or fail to see a sign, or miss a door
I know I should incur thine instant wrath
Nor be permitted earthly light the more
For ’twas to thee that I was consecrate
When midwifed by the iron hand of fate
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Timeless Classics 
Beautiful
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Thank you kindly, sir
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Oh goodness. This is powerful Ana. It has a beauty all of its own though. I love it.
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This is actually one of very few rewritten from memory after I lost all 1500 pages of unpublished work, maybe ten years ago, the first time I went homeless. It was originally written when I was in my early twenties.
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Oh Ana.b that is awful. So you went homeless once, then got back on your feet, then became homeless again? I wish you could write your story. YoucarexSOvstrong and resilient AND wise. You see through people too. But I know you will have your down times. Ana, I care. ❤️
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Your caring is as precious as rubies to me 🙏🏼
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