There is a flower that Bees prefer—
To gain the Purple Democrat
The Humming Bird—aspire—
And Whatsoever Insect pass—
A Honey bear away… 125 more words
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Thoughts on the Edge of Forever
Fame is a bee.
It has a song –
It has a sting –
Ah, too, it has a wing.
– Emily Dickinson
1 day, 8 hours ago
“A SOMETHING in a summer’s day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
A something in a summer’s noon,—
An azure depth, a wordless tune, 43 more words
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Short story: Kaleidoscope by Ray Bradbury, from The Illustrated Man and Other Stories.
Poem: The Soul Selects Her Her Own Society by Emily Dickinson, listened to through Librivox. 26 more words
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Emily Dickinson's Trashcan
Who robed the woods,
The happy woods?
The frolicksome trees
Had shed their flowers and leaves
Their fantasies to please.
I scanned their bits, offended, 26 more words
2 days, 14 hours ago
Lori Greer in Portland
Cards, bath salts, flowers, chocolate, cookies, walks, lunches, notes, phone calls.
Hugs. Lots of hugs.
My friends. 114 more words
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A THOUSAND BEAUTIFUL THINGS
– from “I dwell in Possibility” (466) –
5 days ago