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Daily Archives: August 30, 2003
Minutiae
There are so many minutes in a day that it may not seem much to waste a few; yet these small fragments, worthless as they may seem, once they are exhausted, life is through. They pass without much notice, or … Continue reading
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Tagged daily poems, insignificance, minutiae, sonnet, William Wordsworth
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