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		<title>&#8220;Roll Call,&#8221; a poem by William Stafford</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Roll Call
Red Wolf came, and Passenger Pigeon,
the Dodo Bird, all the gone or endangered
came and crowded around in a circle, the Bison, the Irish Elk, waited
silent, the Great White Bear, fluid and strong,
sliding from the sea, streaming and creeping
 in the gathering darkness, nose down, bowing to earth
 its tapered head, where the Black-footed Ferret, paws folded,
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<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center">Red Wolf came, and Passenger Pigeon,</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center">the Dodo Bird, all the gone or endangered</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center">came and crowded around in a circle, the Bison, the Irish Elk, waited</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center">silent, the Great White Bear, fluid and strong,</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center">sliding from the sea, streaming and creeping</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center"> in the gathering darkness, nose down, bowing to earth</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center"> its tapered head, where the Black-footed Ferret, paws folded,</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center"> stood in the center surveying the multitude</p>
<p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 6px" align="center"> and spoke for us all: &#8220;Dearly beloved,&#8221; it said.</p>
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		<title>D. H. Lawrence</title>
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I am not a mechanism, an assembly of parts; And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul–to the deep emotional self. And wounds to the soul take a long, long time–only time can help, And a certain difficult repentance: A [...]]]></description>
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<blockquote><p>I am not a mechanism, an assembly of parts; And it is not because the mechanism is working wrongly that I am ill. I am ill because of wounds to the soul–to the deep emotional self. And wounds to the soul take a long, long time–only time can help, And a certain difficult repentance: A freeing oneself from life’s mistake, And the endless repetition of life’s mistake That mankind at large has chosen to sanctify.</p>
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