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Look how the rosy-fingered dawn,
The morn in russet mantle clad, Bleeds her life out on the lawn. Isn’t that too bad! Classical dawn goes down to day, One more shelf of books to learn, While the Pierian Prudhoe Bay Serves up drink to burn. August 1998
From the Daily Whale.
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