An old favourite revisited...

In the words of e.e.cummings:

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Amazing what this man can do with a few letters and words. I adore him. Especially because of somewhere i have never travelled. One of the very few love poems to send shivers down my spine. Such images!

Oh dear, it's past midnight. That means I probably already misspelled something.
My spelling ability is like Cinderella, it is transformed back into that of an interdemediate learner after midnight. And not only spelling. Grammar as well.

Don't have a lot to say, it seems. I'll toddle off to get some more work done, then. Or read some more poetry. Or... what else could I do at three o'clock in the morning?
Sleeping might be a plan.