Too beautiful to fail
Too beautiful to fail
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BlogIt neither was the words nor yet the tune. Any tune would have done and any words. Any listener or no listener at all. As nightingales in rocks or a child crooning in its own world of strange awakening, or larks for no reason but themselves So on the bus through late November running, by … Continued
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Hope is the thing with feathers
BlogHope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chillest land, And … Continued
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