Journey Call it fate's irony or what you will, But Becky Hull who wanted more than most To travel widely, lived for ninety years On a small island off New England's coast. At ninety years came...
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These Autumn Days These autumn days are strangely still: The crickets now tick on and on Like clocks within a silent house When one we love is gone. Alice...
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Heart's Eyes Yes, Camden is a pretty town They say, exceptionally fair; I really do not know, myself, For I was lonely there. And Weir is ugly, I suppose, Rocky and bleak and bare; I cannot...
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