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Good Times Are Always Mutual; That Is What Makes Good Times.

This Is My Letter To The World, That Never Wrote To Me, The Simple News That Nature Told, With Tender Majesty. Her Message Is Committed, To Hands I Cannot See; For Love Of Her, Sweet Countrymen, Judge Tenderly Of Me.

To Possess Is Past The Instant; We Achieve The Joy, Immortality Contented, Were Anomaly.

There Is No Frigate Like A Book To Take Us Lands Away Nor Any Coursers Like A Page Of Prancing Poetry.

If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking, I Shall Not Live In Vain.