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There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
There with fantastic garlands did she come
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
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today i have:
overslept, thanks catkin ;)
chatted to someone special
worn sambas all day
bought my dad a birthday present
listened to dylan httt and shadow
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when call heads, falls tails a thousand times. so call heads, tails both. but coin then lands on third side; the inside. when you fly so wingish speed, then thwack, ye path be glass and broke beak slump on ground all quiver pigeon. while rattles from the pans in the shadows. and when he sings so full with bursting soul, ye heart fly out of mouth ( Read more... )
