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Don't Eat With Your Mouth Full

Where can we live but days?

PS On words and sexuality
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steepholm
Reading the comments to my previous post, I found this melancholy epigram drifting through my head more or less fully formed....

Tom Eliot, I feel your pain:
Why won't words stay where they've been shoved?
I took a lover and slept with him,
And yet we neither slept nor loved.