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  <title>Friends Only.</title>
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  <description>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Acquainted With the Night&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have been one acquainted with the night.&lt;br /&gt;I have walked out in rain --and back in rain.&lt;br /&gt;I have outwalked the furthest city light.&lt;br /&gt;I have looked down the saddest city lane.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed by the watchman on his beat&lt;br /&gt;And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet&lt;br /&gt;When far away an interrupted cry&lt;br /&gt;Came over houses from another street,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not to call me back or say good-bye;&lt;br /&gt;And further still at an unearthly height&lt;br /&gt;One luminary clock against the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.&lt;br /&gt;I have been one acquainted with the night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journal is &lt;b&gt;friends only&lt;/b&gt;. Comment to be considered.&lt;/center&gt;</description>
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