“No man is an island entire of itself; every man
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 any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man’s death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.”
Go Dog Go Café 
Oh… fly me to this island and drop me
Home will I find there, if but a swim
Must be taken by those who long to hear
What words my heart has concocted from
The cool breezes and slowly lifted fogs
And snowed tops of mountains that call
Out to me in their settling. Soon they will
Warm and melt and flood inside my lake
That enraptures my temple on this island
Where I beseech the, so swim to me
Please do, when confident in your strokes
Enough that I will meet you half way to help
Finish the journey. No man is an island
Though on them we are born eager to be found.
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