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Sunday, October 7, 2007
A Bitterness
I believe joy was a game you could never play without stumbling.
I believe comfort, though you craved it, was forever a stranger.
A Bitterness [excerpt]
Mary Oliver
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Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those wh...
The Cheshire Cat:
still not a butterfly.
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the unattainable.
should not have let you go
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and grinned.
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in retrospect
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For your own protection, over their affection...
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