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Sunday, March 2, 2014

WLEM AM

Where we feel your pain.



The very bird,
grown taller as he sings, steels
his form straight up. Though he is captive,
his mighty singing
says, satisfaction is a lowly
thing, how pure a thing is joy.

-Marianne Moore