a poem for today, 3 December 2012

a poem for today, 3 December 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]

My mouth will be the mouth of those griefs which have no mouth, my voice, the freedom of those that collapse in the dungeon of despair.
This approach properly handles many asymmetric parts without forcing users to manually specify the guideline endpoints.
Scientific method is the institutionalized maintenance of sangfroid in the face of surprise.
But if your old digital clock has a radio in it, then it's not contraband.
Free air gravity anomaly over lucky strike figure 5.6.
We can help the next person at window eleven.

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