Author	UnderTheLeaf
Tags	action author:undertheleaf chimney inspired izzy nemesis rated
Created	2009-10-03
Last Modified	2009-10-03
Rating	4 by 13 people.
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Description	When through the nations stalks contagion wild, We from them cautiously should steal away. E'en I have oft with ling'ring and delay Shunn'd many an influence, not to be defil'd. And e'en though Amor oft my hours beguil'd, At length with him preferr'd I not to play, And so, too, with the wretched sons of clay, When four and three-lined verses they compil'd. But punishment pursues the scoffer straight, As if by serpent-torch of furies led From bill to vale, from land to sea to fly. I hear the genie's laughter at my fate; Yet do I find all power of thinking fled In sonnet-rage and love's fierce ecstasy.

Fanning the pompous flames...	Infinite possibilities...	Travellin' around the storm...	You are my hiding place...	~Temporal Whirl~	"Jungle Headphones"

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