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What if, writing, I always seem to leave

Some better thing, or better way, behind,
Why should I therefore fret at all, or grieve!
The worse I drop, that I the better find;
The best is only in thy perfect mind.
Fallen threads I will not search for–I will weave.
Who makes the mill-wheel backward strike to grind!
GM

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