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<body background="http://gotomy.com/heartc.gif"><table align=center width=80><tr><td align=center><font color=red size=3><b>Click to attachment to load a picture</b></font><br><img src=./pic.gif height=250 width=350></td></tr><tr><td><pre>Love at the lips was touch<br>As sweet as I could bear;<br>And once that seemed too much;<br>I lived on air<br><br>That crossed me from sweet things,<br>The flow of - was it musk<br>From hidden grapevine springs<br>Down hill at dusk?<br><br>I had the swirl and ache<br>From sprays of honeysuckle<br>That when they re gathered shake<br>Dew on the knuckle.<br><br>I craved strong sweets, but those<br>Seemed strong when I was young;<br>The petal of the rose<br>It was that stung.<br><br>Now no joy but lacks salt<br>That is not dashed with pain<br>And weariness and fault;<br>I crave the stain<br><br>Of tears, the aftermark<br>Of almost too much love,<br>The sweet of bitter bark<br>And burning clove.<br><br>When stiff and sore and scarred<br>I take away my hand <br>From leaning on it hard<br>In grass and sand <br><br>The hurt is not enough:<br>I long for weight and strength<br>To feel the earth as rough<br>To all my length.<br><br></pre></td></tr></table>
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