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Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.Bv='|, After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,ZxO~R3 we ourselves flash and yearn,$1N}Xy and moreover my mother told me as a boyz (repeatingly) "Ever to confess you're boredH means you have no['aad[ ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ <!Dn Inner Resources." I conclude now I have nog_ inner resources, because I am heavy bored.3`AD Peoples bore me,"Athw. literature bores me, especially great literature,* Henry bores me, with his plights & gripesA y as bad as Achilles,Q3WjO ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ tw$JM who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.N/5h And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a dragSr@V=F and somehow a dogx has taken itself & its tail considerably awayMGyM into the mountains or sea or sky, leavingxEwK, behind: me, wag.&/d ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ fI5 For the poem, http://www.pith.net/pithfiles/ds14.htmdC&U9R ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ t| Polar Bear, Art Wolfes+.A3 ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ ,5 ========================================================BjW ©½t¥Í³N¼Æ¬ã¨sªÀ -- ³N¼Æ¬ã¨s¡@¡@ 6<@
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