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Rock the Casbah.

"POEMS.
Poems are born when life is dead,
   Or else so much alive
No ribs can give it residence,
   No heart can give it hive.

There is no soul of transient thew,
   No mind of common grey
That can subsist on such an air--
   But poems come that way."

--Lindley Williams Hubbell

Harden My Heart.

"THE INCREDIBLE HULK (Anagrammed Lines)

Its blind rage increases,
in a largeness it scribed;
and irascible genes stir
incredible anger — assist
crisis, green and bestial…."

--@Anthony_Etherin

Rhiannon.