A long and explicit poem W H Auden wouldn't admit he wrote.
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"What," it will be questioned, "when the Sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea?" O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host saying, "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty." ~ William Blake
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