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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.e}U3: After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,RawQN we ourselves flash and yearn,[9 and moreover my mother told me as a boy/*RD (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're bored; means you have noJL- ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ' Inner Resources." I conclude now I have no| inner resources, because I am heavy bored.C]# Peoples bore me,f7DZ literature bores me, especially great literature,kn1N Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes;_J as bad as Achilles,Of6( ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ E'\ who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.a[LD#2 And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragfZcHGv and somehow a dog7K* has taken itself & its tail considerably away"s. into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingy?#m5J behind: me, wag.L( ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ P! For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htm\yd&+6 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 5tJ Polar Bear, Art Wolfee ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ \p. ========================================================o, ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ =!z)u
I ove this poem :) vivi9F^
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