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When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
Take some Picts, Celts and Silures
And let them settle,
Then overrun them with Roman conquerors.
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea,
The Ship was still as she could be;
Her sails from heaven received no motion,
Her keel was steady in the ocean.
As the Sun withdrew his rays from the garden, and the moon threw cushioned beams upon the flowers, I sat under the trees pondering upon the phenomena of the atmosphere, looking through the branches at the strewn stars which glittered like chips of silver upon a blue carpet; and I could hear from a distance the agitated murmur of the rivulet singing its way briskly into the valley.
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order,
And hied away to the Hurrum Hills above the Afghan border,
To sit on a rock with a heliograph; but ere he left he taught
His wife the working of the Code that sets the miles at naught.
More and more frequently the edges
of me dissolve and I become
a wish to assimilate the world, including
you, if possible through the skin
The state with the prettiest name,
the state that floats in brackish water,
held together by mangrave roots
that bear while living oysters in clusters,
When we two parted
In silence and tears,
To sever for years,
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge is withered from the lake,
And no birds sing.
They lie, the men who tell us in a loud decisive tone
That want is here a stranger, and that misery's unknown;
For where the nearest suburb and the city proper meet
They put a leather belt around her
13 feet of tape and bound her
Handcuffs to secure her
And only God knows what else,
Oh, what a dawn of day!
How the March sun feels like May!
All is blue again
After last night's rain,
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand
Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer
And swerving easily away, as though to protect
What it advertises. A few leaded panes, old beams,
It is a winter's tale
That the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakes
And floating fields from the farm in the cup of the vales,
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three,
It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big.
"I am fed to the teeth with old ewe," said he,
"And I might be able to shoot a pig."
"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.
Leave me, my blamer,
For the sake of the love
Which unites your soul with
That of your beloved one;
Had Rumbling Bowles
That thundered in the night.
It shook the bedrooms all around
Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has withered from the lake,
Oh what can ail thee ...
Red, orange, yellow
green, blue, indigo- violet
Our God is, 'neither a conservative nor a liberal.' He has followers in both camps! Therefore, God also must have followers within the moderate camps as well! 'Conservatism is not Christianity! ' Therefore neither is Patriotism! Because neither conservatism nor patriotism can take the place of genuine Christianity!
Both sides are guilty of being filled with both resentment and pride towards their opposite sides! God would want both polarized political points of view! Instead to show kindness and compassion towards one another! After all are we not all brothers and all sisters within the body of Christ! We should not let different political points of view to cause divisions among-st all of us!
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Straining is the drain.
Sustaining to remain,
Dry leaves on a tree
That's what we see
In the wrong season
What is the reason?
theft lying deceit are all part of an ancient pastime
in a less tolerant age theft could get you crucified
nailed to a cross a cruel warning permanent solution
"I put my first boyfriend away"
I say at parties because I am a dangerous girl.
Because I am better at Russian roulette than beer pong.
There has been another mass shooting on U.S. soil
We mean trigger warning
Warning! Warning! Warning! What is this warning about?
Is there a cyclone alert or nearby a fire out
Here the situation isjust worse than hell
To escape this chaos just requires a silent cell
So there it is, Claire it is as you feared
All these years of wonder, then closure draws near
A quiet kind of distance, a word I would not touch:
Did I ever know my son at all? Well now I know too much
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