when i sing she doesn't care;
when i whistle she looks at me expectantly
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Saturday, February 11, 2012
Blake
If the doors of perception were cleansed, every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things through narrow chinks of his cavern.
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