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Poem of the day - Apr 23
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against the jutted stars And shout into the ridges of the wind. Streets coming fast, One after the other, Wedge you away from me, And the lamps of the city prick my eyes So that I can no longer see your face. Why should I leave you, To wound myself upon the sharp edges of the night?
- Amy Lowell, 1874-1925
Don't worry! He won't jump. He just likes to look at the view and think about things.
(Btw, his name is Peffis and he has his own site at peffis.com)
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