poem
shockme
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One does not choose the music one loves,
For the music makes the choice.
And yet . . . one need not listen.
And one does not choose the language one loves,
For the choice lies with the language.
And still . . . one need neither speak nor write.
If you are reading this,
It is only because you have been chosen.
And because you desire the path which lies before you.
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<P>
<I>If things get any worse, I'll have to ask you to stop helping me.</I>