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When my calcium bones fell from their gums,  I felt Calliope rooting daffodils in the bottom of my throat; drowning my lungs, as the morning light comes. She told me to skip my rain coat,
When the going gets tough, When the minds become rough, When the world appears dull Everything becomes null.   So let’s all sharpen our pencils And summon the one beyond the hills
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