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Lear: And my poor fool is hanged. No, no life? Why should a dog, a horse, a rat have life, And thou no breath at all? O, thou wilt come no more, never, never, never. Pray you, undo this button. Thank you, sir. O, O, O, O.
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Just a heads up!
I tried to connect to your blog from the Poetry Thursday link and it not only didn't find your "belly" post -- it didn't find your blog.
I had to be clever to find your blog, but couldn't find the Poetry Thursday post?
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