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The End

After the blast of lightning from the east,
The flourish of loud clouds, the Chariot Throne;
After the drums of time have rolled and ceased,
And by the bronze west long retreat is blown,
Shall Life renew these bodies? Of a truth,
All death will he annul, all tears assuage?
Or fill these void veins full again with youth,
And wash, with an immortal water, age?

When I do ask white Age, he saith not so:
'My head hangs weighed with snow.'
And when I hearken to the Earth, she saith:
'My fiery heart shrinks, aching. It is death.
Mine ancient scars shall not be glorified,
Nor my titanic tears, the seas, be dried.'

Wilfred Owen
March 18th 1893Nov 4th 1918

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my dyslexi is getting worse. I just made a post and stared at "what" trying to figure out how I had mispelled it. I had not mispelled it.

Hookah from the arab gas station on charlotte. I love those guys. peach tobacco. but my roommate onlt want to smoke non tobacco out of it. I like the tobacco.