nursery rhymes for grow-ups.
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What did I dream?
I do not know;
The fragments fly like chaff.
Yet strange my mind
Was tickled so,
I cannot help but laugh.
(nursery rhyme)
For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.
Ernest Hemingway
Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
e. e. cummings
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia Plath
Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.
Ezra Pound
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