There are so many poems in the world. There are so many tea-colored peaches ripening or rotting on the trees; there is so much noisy birdsong, so many trees. I long for the God of abstinence whose single fruit is the sun, whose brief hymn is the one poem necessary. -- “Life is just one damned thing after another.” Elbert Hubbard --

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