One thought ahead. Three sentences behind.

THE EAGLE

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring’d with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him sinks;
The eagle watches and thinks,
“Man I’m cool.”

– Alfred “call me Lord” Tennyson

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