It's good to stick poetry into textbooks. Provides brain relief
My breath, I have it here
My bones, I have them here
My flesh, I have it here
With it I seek you,
With it I find you,
But speak to me
Say something nice to me.
(Nineteenth-century Aleut love song)
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