then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; if you can bounce high, bounce for her too, till she cry "love, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, i must have you!
-thomas parke d'invilliers/ Fitzgerald

When we are strongest-who draws back? Most merry-who falls down laughing? When we are very bad,-what can they do to us?
-Arthur Rimbaud

Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And the dangled conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the boarders of our lives.
-Paul Simon

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