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REPORT ABUSIVE REPLY
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Message Subject
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The Witch's Corner
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Poster Handle
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Green Witch |
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Post Content
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"Below the thunders of the upper deep,
Far, far beneath in the abysmal sea,
His ancient, dreamless, uninvaded sleep
The Kraken sleepeth…"
Quoting: Green Witch So care in waters, To 'ware, might flee? In swirling dark, Cold grip, his keep. It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. Yet sit idle, with aged wife; king, With gavel and quill half-justice bring, Those savage masses feed and hoard, And count themselves, they leap - asleep. A little profit, the sep'rate few, With waking eyes a ship could board. To set new course when mourning due, While others blink and cry out fraud! There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me— That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old; Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
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