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Woke with a lot of noise in my head, the sort that produces noise here, so I'll resist putting it down and head for the tub instead where I might read something clarifying in today's class prep.Though I love them, the poems look too familiar this morning, wearisome--Shelley's veil of familiarity, I'm reminded--that which poetry would slice through. So let's see what poetry can do when I am tired of it.

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