May 09 2012

Wild Thing

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  1. No man is an island,

    Entire of itself.

    Each is a piece of the continent,

    A part of the main.

    If a clod be washed away by the sea,

    Europe is the less.

    As well as if a promontory were.

    As well as if a manor of thine own

    Or of thine friend’s were.

    Each man’s death diminishes me,

    For I am involved in mankind.

    Therefore, send not to know

    For whom the bell tolls,

    It tolls for thee.

    Meditation 17

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