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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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A Few Lines Composed Nowhere Near an Abbey
There is a Mary every few doors down the block; in a small creche under the trees or tight up against the house, overgrown with wire grass or chicory to her knees of cheap cast plaster, whiter than bleached bone. … Continue reading
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Tagged A Few Lines Composed Near Tintern Abbey, daily poems, William Wordsworth
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