What’s your line?
1)” When sorrows come, they come not single spies but in battalions.”
2) “Th’ unwieldy elephant, to make them mirth, us’d all his might, and wreathed His lithe proboscis.
3) “My imagination is a monastery, and I am its monk”
4) “Where was it one first heard of the truth? The the.”
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Author: The Best American Poetry
