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  Thoughts upon October, early...
  
  As I opened up my Bookmarks
  to click the link and visit here today
  little did I realise it'd lead to remarks
  from out a novel fog of dark dismay...
  
  Though I greet each day full-joyous
  today all threads were marked as read
  [there's strength in what don't destroy us]
  so, I sought again, my log-in word
  
  And so the first blow was struck
  the first test of might and main
  the new assay of grit and pluck
  a torture-trial of wit and brain...
  
  This morning; ages-long awaited
  I, with less than warmth anticipate
  I'd assumed 'eagerness' outdated
  no sense that it was growing late
  
  Whether over rapids ride one
  or paddle-pump through slack
  ever-onward hurtle, hither-yon
  ever-forward no-how ever back
  
  From mile-stone to millstone
  is but a single pace
  from brim-full onto brimstone
  on, the whole of nature race...
  
  Ah well, tea-break's over...
  so its back upon the head
  life's banks' awash with clover
  for alls not over till your dead.

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