Poetry that lives in my head #1: “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot (I’ll share no more than 27 words of it.)

For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons . . .
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