British edition: awaiting inspiration in the hallowed halls of Oxford.
and the rambling stopped at 3:55 pm GMT
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I struck the board and cry'd, No more,/ I will abroad./ What? shall I ever sigh and pine?/ My lines and life are free; free as the rode,/ Loose as the winde, as large as store.
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