come let me wear you!
cried the little rusty tam
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6 a.m.
the jangle of a ukulele
wafts into my dreasm
as i drift, unwillingly
back toward consciousness
one for sorrow
toll one for sorrow
my darling, my dears
toll one
toll one for sorrow
there in the black
i like dark nights, virginia said
but all i could picture was gathering dread
things too wonderful
three things are too wonderful for me;
four things i can’t comprehend
zeit zu schlafen
acorns buried carefully
down every frozen-ground hole …
all saints day, 1999
bong, bong, bong …
the mournful bell
rang three-quarters
high above us
but it is snowing
but it is snowing, Love and the world is a dream of a dream of what one day it will be yet i wish you had not remained a dream, Love and were here, instead, with me still, it is snowing and i shall let it be
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In the company of friends
God leads us to exactly what we need to hear, when we need to hear it, and I am so thankful for that.
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guernsey picnic
the milk of guernsey cows contains
30% more cream than that of lesser bovines
but i didn’t know that then
the hour we sat on the curbstone
