Lord Byron on his death bed.
That I shall die is a primary question
meant to be asked
meant to be lived
and the answer still remains absurd
no matter how I ask,
no matter how you cry.
January 20, 2011 6:29 AM
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The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.