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Thu May 7 20:00:15 2009 (the great command)

May 7, 2009

And what art, can then
suffice, or right,
I have the great
command; into
what we more, that
sat fast by the hand.
Unless be meant, at
their eyes in sudden
view appear
the better fight,
then springs as
broke from despair.

Texts:
T.S. Eliot, Poems
John Milton, Paradise Lost

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