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    immeasurable blight -

    ...the wind that blows, thrown and hurls you can't escape its passage throughout the world.  the nemesis blamed for this sight as it rolls its stregth all through the night.
     and see is such a house thats shown as it lies clouted in the snow, and this would be time for such wind to free this place as it descends;
    the weather such power in it's day and for such places its strength preys.
     

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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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