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Daily Archives: November 18, 2010
I Will Not Dwell: a bob and wheel
I will not dwell on might-have beens, nor doubt the world’s slow turn; but fill my world with verdant greens, with love’s unending yearn to learn of things beyond my reach, just out of sight and mind; what dreams and … Continue reading →
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Tagged anglo-saxon prosody, bob and wheel, death, dying, life, poetic forms, regrets
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