You know how you get into a funk sometimes, and the oddest things can break you out? For whatever reason reading The Wasteland, by T.S. Eliot, did it for me a few years back.
I believe I was worried about getting older. And a girl didn't like me. Ain't those always the problems?
Any way, it was actually four lines of the poem that flipped the switch. The thing is wicked long.
So in case you have nothing better to do today.
Best. Poem. Ever.
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You shared this with me one time when I was stressed out. I think I still have the copy stashed in my secretary. It was hard for me to grasp all of it. But I did appreciate it.
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