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Many have liked you with lips and fingersAnd lain with you till the moon went out;Many have introduced you lover’s items;And some have left their desires on your doorstep. Were all stars to vanish or die,I should learn to take a glance at an empty skyAnd really feel its total darkish chic,Though this might take me somewhat time. , he’s mad, and my love, he’s fleet,And a wild young wood-thing bore him! Free Poetry Margaret Atwood writes of the shortcomings of the word, saying
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