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Once upon a day I encountereda machine capable of the mostexquisite, subtle and profound expression of feeling,While its cogs and wheels turnedcoldly ..
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No stain no smudge no worldly wrongCan silence the sweet sound of children's songNo Power of money No chains of mightCan hinder our journey into the l..
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A nature poem- Composed on a walk between Hampstead Highgate (not too far from John Keat's house) late 1980's
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