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I have an awesome new bed. Pillow top queen size. I seriously never want to leave it. It does get kind of lonely at night though.
Two more days until we leave for Payson, it'll be good to get out of the city.
And now a poem by WB Yeats:
THE HEART OF THE WOMAN
O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.
Two more days until we leave for Payson, it'll be good to get out of the city.
And now a poem by WB Yeats:
THE HEART OF THE WOMAN
O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast.
O what to me my mother's care,
The house where I was safe and warm;
The shadowy blossom of my hair
Will hide us from the bitter storm.
O hiding hair and dewy eyes,
I am no more with life and death,
My heart upon his warm heart lies,
My breath is mixed into his breath.