Old poem: Dove
Oh Dove,give us our daily berry,and gracious are youto lend us your feather And when you fly for usto render our imperfect messageswe wish you good flight, but if you would say hello to the skycould you lift our blues, andspeak of the peacewhen we would all flyand hear as you doa song of heaven…
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Death aloneYes or no. Mark Twain:Truth, Lies, Statistics Let hot meow dogseat or be eaten Cool that Schrödinger’s Cat is a dog
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Poet Laureate of the Primitive Planets 