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Sunday, April 13, 2014
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of the wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would beloved that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
Sunday, August 25, 2013
The Weekend
The Weekend
In the weekend I went to my Nanas and my Dad helped my Pop build a deck that was big. We took our dog for a walk up a hill and threw a ball for her. We were going to go fishing but we got home too late so we went home and had a hot chocolate and watched T.V. I thought the weekend was fun.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
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