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In making bodies Love could not
Itself, or art, unless it made them less
O what a monster had in man been seen,
Had every thumb or toe a mountain been

I came home and found a lion in my room…[First draft of "The Lion for Real" CP 174-175]A lion met Americain the roadthey stared at each othertwo figures on the crossroads in the desert
America
The lion
They leaped at each

Our so-called limitations,believe, apply to faculties we don't apply
We don't discover what we can't achieve until we make an effort not to try

Little Miss Margaret sits in a pout,
She and her Dolly have just fallen out
Dolly is gazing with sorest stare,
Fitted dejectedly back in her chair