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Apr 11, 2007 17:31

FitzGerald translated Omar Khayyam:

The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

So true, especially with e-mail. How does one recover from the ill effects of a badly-timed "send"?

poetry, personal

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