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02-01-05, 04:09 PM
a short extract from omeros.
"I sang our wide country, the Caribbean Sea
who hated shoes, whose soles were as cracked as a stone,
who was gentle with ropes, who had one suit alone,
whom no man dared insult and who insulted no one,
whose grin was a white breaker cresting, but whose frown
was a growing thunderhead..."
(from Omeros)
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