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| ever dumbening |
I offered her nectarines, sweet, ripe, just hours picked. I offered her sweet frozen cream, chewy, italian. And she offered me, this: This Is Just To Say I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold. -- William Carlos Williams |
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| anne-girl | . | 050713 |
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| jane |
red wheelbarrow so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. |
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| mous |
Poem (As the cat) As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right forefoot carefully then the hind stepped down into the pit of the empty flowerpot |
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| mous |
Poem (As the cat) As the cat climbed over the top of the jamcloset first the right forefoot carefully then the hind stepped down into the pit of the empty flowerpot |
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| jane |
in my thoughts lately |
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| ; |
whats your favorite colour then ? :) |
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