(9 October 1863 - 11 April 1932 / Boston, Massachusetts)

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Disorder

My life is governed by the clock,
All duly mapped and plotted;
And only with a nervous shock
I miss the time allotted.

My course without has always been
Set straight to hedge and border;
But I confess that all within
Is vast and vague disorder.

Submitted: Wednesday, April 21, 2010


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