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hughcasey When you see this, post your favorite poem.
That is difficult because I have so many so I guess it'r really which one popped into my head today, and that would be this from Emily Dickinson(such a cheery soul she was):
HE fumbles at your spirit As players at the keysBefore they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your
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its hour come at last
slouches toward Babylon to be born
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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
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