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CATHERINE AND SEVERN (`49) JOYCE
AND THEIR CHILDREN
INVITE YOU TO REST AND ENJOY THIS GARDEN
The invitation wasn't theirs to give.
"Whose woods these are I think I know" --
(I think you don't) --
my soles whisper
these soles of
simple soles whisper softly, sinking to the garden wall --
the earth conspires, dust and brush,
brush the mealy mind ( Read more... )
AND THEIR CHILDREN
INVITE YOU TO REST AND ENJOY THIS GARDEN
The invitation wasn't theirs to give.
"Whose woods these are I think I know" --
(I think you don't) --
my soles whisper
these soles of
simple soles whisper softly, sinking to the garden wall --
the earth conspires, dust and brush,
brush the mealy mind ( Read more... )
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or even think...
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and stuff. You're more competent. When you speak, the trees look and the machines listen. Fire comes in many lovely colours.
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