Recalling my great friend Mark Schwed on his birthday
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no man lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere … Continue reading Recalling my great friend Mark Schwed on his birthday
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