That Teddy is in Real Trouble...
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I found that in a street of Brussels a few days ago, kind of scary and disgusting, I know, but this is so unusual that I wanted to share it.
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Hello Lady Red
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Like Petals
of the Rose
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
You are a heart that is throbbing always on
Following footsteps of love many ways
Everything coming from tinctured plays
Until those moments are forever gone
You and I just two persons far apart
On to the blueness of our daybreak's song
From our beginning where we did both start
With full of hopes and thoughts still we long
Love comes close - we sometimes are one
Like petals of the rose in the morning sun
of the Rose
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Something is going to somewhere around
Everything is drifting to the time
Feelings and sorrows so often in rime
Inside your touches so much there to be found
You are a heart that is throbbing always on
Following footsteps of love many ways
Everything coming from tinctured plays
Until those moments are forever gone
You and I just two persons far apart
On to the blueness of our daybreak's song
From our beginning where we did both start
With full of hopes and thoughts still we long
Love comes close - we sometimes are one
Like petals of the rose in the morning sun
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The Brain is Wider
than the Sky
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By Emily Dickinson
The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.
(The poem appeared on bartleby.com)
The Brain is Wider
than the Sky
.
By Emily Dickinson
The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.
The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.
(The poem appeared on bartleby.com)
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