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Anon
Chris Childers Jan D. Hodge M.A. Griffiths Janet Kenny Ralph La Rosa Robert Schechter Rose Kelleher --Back to Bumbershoot Contents-- |
PG-13by various authorsSomething there is that doesn’t love a wall Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands I have been one acquainted with the night. Some that have deeper digged love’s mine than I Life, like a dome of many colored glass, That’s my last Duchess painted on the wall. I’m nobody! Who are you? I taste a liquor never brewed— I heard a Fly buzz—when I died— I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree In pious times, ere priestcraft did begin, O, hurry, where by water, among the trees, When lovely woman stoops to folly, For God’s sake hold your tongue, and let me love! |