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For Richard Vallance
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As a child, I walked through the Olympics
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of imagination- myth�s perfect bind
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for my tender mind conforming like leaves
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to the fantastic monstrosities
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Gods became the men becoming again
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Deities of many splendored nations
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I savored the rigid writing tablet,
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with fair flesh of Helen, voice of Homer
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So too did I attend rapt, taking in scroll
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the battle of Marathon, of Persians
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and Herotodus dancing with a lyre
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beneath everyman�s celestial globe
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Soon it came to pass that I had to leave
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these childish things on the path behind me
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and thus, I was made to gather only things
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precious to my intents and purposes
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Wearing each my comic and tragic masks
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I took that lyre, with a look quite pensive,
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and a flute to romance the winds and land,
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striding from my cave to unknown sands
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