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Many of us feel poetic some of the time while some of us feel poetic all the time and while some of us do not feel poetic at all. Everytime I see the full moon shine or the dark beautiful night gleam at me I feel touched as if the great creator had bestowed a kiss on us poor mortals. Nature is beauty and cruelty but she is too far and too worthy of a mother for us poor disobedient children. And the land gleams bright, under the black eye of the dark Lord, and all is well.