| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - curry.As my potatoes grow more burntHer temper grows the sweeter.My love is a Theosophist,And lives on Veeta Weeta.My love is a Theosophist--Or, rather, is no longer;For, though her Ego-urge was strong,The Cosmic Will as stronger.While moving on the Higher PlaneShe moved into a lorry.My love was a Theosophist,And really I am not sorry.
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