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Thought for the Day I must lose myself in.....

Paul Whybrow

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I must lose myself in action, lest I wither in despair.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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And who hasn't felt that at some point in their lives? I still don't know why he called it Idylls of the King. I still have my grandmother's copy she received for HS graduation in Larned, Ks. I remember looking the word up in a dictionary as directed by Grandma, but still baffled. Not idyllic lives in my opinion.
 

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