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November 7, 2024

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Pace the palace wing, dethroned king

Jump when the phone ring

Egyptian cotton, but you can’t sleep, not a wink, not a wink

Thought:

“Hermit hoar, in solemn cell,
Wearing out life’s evening gray;
Smite thy bosom, sage, and tell,
Where is bliss, and which the way?

Thus I spake; and speaking sigh’d;
Scarce repress’d the starting tear;—
When the smiling sage reply’d—
Come, my lad, and drink some beer.”

Samuel Johnson | “Lines on Thomas Warton’s Poems”

Christian Molenaar

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