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Because I do not hope to know again
The infirm glory of the positive hour
Because I do not think
Because I know I shall not know
The one veritable transitory power
Because I cannot drink
There, where trees flower, and springs flow, for there is nothing again

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Scalloped Hammerhead Shark (by Tim Melling)
Welcome back to fuck yeah hammerhead sharks! I have another fact to tell you about hammerhead sharks. Did you know that hammerhead sharks can get a tan from swimming too close to the surface of the ocean? True!
Maybe somebody should invent sunscreen for hammerhead sharks.
This is a picture of a hammerhead shark that is swimming close to the surface. He better be careful!

Scalloped Hammerhead Shark (by Tim Melling)

Welcome back to fuck yeah hammerhead sharks! I have another fact to tell you about hammerhead sharks. Did you know that hammerhead sharks can get a tan from swimming too close to the surface of the ocean? True!

Maybe somebody should invent sunscreen for hammerhead sharks.

This is a picture of a hammerhead shark that is swimming close to the surface. He better be careful!

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It is late and I am not tired. What is there to do?

Sigh.

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If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.
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Spring and Fall

to a young child

MARGARET, are you grieving   
Over Goldengrove unleaving?   
Leaves, like the things of man, you   
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?   
Ah! as the heart grows older           
It will come to such sights colder   
By and by, nor spare a sigh   
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;   
And yet you will weep and know why.   
Now no matter, child, the name:           
Sorrow’s springs are the same.   
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed   
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:   
It is the blight man was born for,   
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Gerard Manley Hopkins

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