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! Poetry for the withered heart: October 2010
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Poetry for the withered heart. Poems for the withered heart. A Creed by John Masefield. I HOLD that when a person dies. His soul returns again to earth;. Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise. Another mother gives him birth. With sturdier limbs and brighter brain. The old soul takes the road again. Such is my own belief and trust;. This hand, this hand that holds the pen,. Has many a hundred times been dust. And turned, as dust, to dust again;. These eyes of mine have blinked and shown. Until this case, thi...
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! Poetry for the withered heart: February 2012
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! Poetry for the withered heart: November 2010
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Poetry for the withered heart. Poems for the withered heart. A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman. A NOISELESS, patient spider,. I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;. Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,. It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;. Ever unreeling them- ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my Soul, where you stand,. Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,. Labels: A Noiseless Patient Spider.
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! Poetry for the withered heart: Free Money!
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! Poetry for the withered heart: September 2010
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Poetry for the withered heart. Poems for the withered heart. Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. There is a place where the sidewalk ends. And before the street begins,. And there the grass grows soft and white,. And there the sun burns crimson bright,. And there the moon-bird rests from his flight. To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black. And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow. Where the sidewalk ends. Aloe t...
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! Poetry for the withered heart: Careers in International Business Panel
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! Poetry for the withered heart: Superpoints Invite!
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! Poetry for the withered heart: August 2010
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Poetry for the withered heart. Poems for the withered heart. It’s forced at first. It has to be coaxed out and nurtured before it can really begin to blossom into something beautiful. That’s what they say, right? 8220;All great relationships are based on a lie.”. It just spills out and goes from there, a whole world opens up and paints the white, cellulose walls with audible color. Sweet sounds of creation conjured by my plume fertilize the vacant space between words. This is great. Away go the kneecaps.
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! Poetry for the withered heart: A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman
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Poetry for the withered heart. Poems for the withered heart. A Noiseless Patient Spider by Walt Whitman. A NOISELESS, patient spider,. I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;. Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,. It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;. Ever unreeling them- ever tirelessly speeding them. And you, O my Soul, where you stand,. Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space,. Labels: A Noiseless Patient Spider. Any interes...
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! Poetry for the withered heart: A Creed by John Masefield
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Poetry for the withered heart. Poems for the withered heart. A Creed by John Masefield. I HOLD that when a person dies. His soul returns again to earth;. Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise. Another mother gives him birth. With sturdier limbs and brighter brain. The old soul takes the road again. Such is my own belief and trust;. This hand, this hand that holds the pen,. Has many a hundred times been dust. And turned, as dust, to dust again;. These eyes of mine have blinked and shown. Until this case, thi...