So ya, today in vancellete we read a poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson (great poet!) and it remined me a lot of my grandmother's death...
How Anandal Went Out
"They called it Annandale- and i was there
To flourish, to find words, and to attend:
Liar, physician, hypocrite, and friend,
I watched him; and the sight was not so fair
As one or
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Richard Cory was amazing,
i had to go back and read it again, i was so stunned. it was great. love you <3
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my only sunshine
you make me happy
when skys are grey
you'll never know dear
how much I love you
so please don't take my
sunshine away <3!<3!<3!
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