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"How Often, Under Starry Skies" (Other) by anastomosis

. How often, under starry skies, I ruminate the ancient lore And think about the wondrous wise, Who thought all things we thought before, Of earlier men, without the pen, Who wondered hard and thought like-wise And also thought, as I tonight, Of men before who thought aright And knew their thoughts were just reprise And doubtless also doubted then If profit came to think before, Or, if it did, would come again.

anastomosis 10-Jun-03/4:13 PM
What does this poem have to with leukaemeia??

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