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86 Slow Slow, I get in the Christmas mood Early in January. I wade in behind the tide Of events, on time’s dry sand. In this, there seems to be some good: My view’s unique; beyond the end, The sky itself gets off the ground. I take the past by surprise, and goad The resigned beast with renewed Currency. Lived life is always sold Half-off, cleared out, paid Far less than full attention to. Sad, Yes, but I fill in like a god, With praise.This is how I get ahead: By standing firm and falling behind. ...

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