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I'll go with ice
and maybe death
will come to offer me
a frosty rest.
I know I'll feel no pain,
as all my limbs grow numb.
I'll sleep beneath
a comforter of snow.
The body's wise.
First...
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I'm not sure you'll get this.
I'm not sure I care.
As if you care!
Who knows!
This is just to tell you that
I broke that dish
You gave me years ago.
I'm sure you know the one.
How...
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xliv
And though Etain appeared to him entranced
Just so he sang to her, till on each cheek
He saw the trails of tears as they advanced.
The Queen was crying too. She couldn't speak
But...
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When he awoke his forehead throbbed in pain.
Until he found his harp he stumbled round.
No shadow fell. He heard a hunting strain,
A thunderous din, the sound of horse and hound....
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He went back in and wept upon her sleeve.
She woke and smiled. "Back to that grafted tree
Tomorrow noon I must return. I'll leave
You then. I hope I won't be long. But do not grieve
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My friend Debbie and I have been taking evening walks after dinner for years. Always around dusk we walk over to the old community next to us purposely to pass the house on the corner. The old...
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By Paul Laurence Dunbar
‘T was three an’ thirty year ago,
When I was ruther young, you know,
I had my last an’ only fight
About a gal one summer night.
‘T was me an’ Zekel Johnson; Zeke
‘N’...
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