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    The tricks you tried yesterday you tried again this morning
    I am so not amused
    The things you said yesterday you said again this morning
    I once again refused

    You should have stayed inside your winter palace
    Not put your tempered morning on display
    For you this is the aftermath of warning
    Once given I will never give again
    Whatever happens once will happen over
    You will always face the same unpleasantness 
    You will never find that secret four leaf clover
    Or see the rainbow's gold under your steps

    For I am the laughing brook    I am the fountain
    I am the running stream        At the end of the day
    I am the night                      And I am the morning
    I will be in your work            I will be in your play 

    I take you nowhere              I give you nothing
    I am not your dream world    I am not your pawn
    Your kings and your queens   Will try to destroy me
    But I will never leave you      Until I am done

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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