"No man has a prosperity so high or firm, but that two or three words can dishearten it; and there is no calamity which right words will not begin to redress."
Ralph Waldo Emerson, writer and philosopher (1803-1882)
The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover
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