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  • Your Shadow
    From Swindon out to White Horse Hill
    I walked, in morning rain,
    And saw your shadow lying there.
    As clear and plain...
  • You That Were
    You that were
    Half my life ere life was mine;
    You that on my shape the sign
    Set of yours;...
  • Wonder
    Following upon the faint wind's fickle courses
    A feather drifts and strays.
    My thought after her thought
    Floated-how many ways and days!...
  • Wisdom And A Mother
    Why, mourner, do you mourn, nor see
    The heavenly Earth's felicity?

    I mourn for him, my Dearest, lost,...
  • Wilder Music
    Came the same cuckoo's cry
    All day across the mead.
    Flitted the butterfly
    All day dittering over my head....
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Light 103 Dark 94 Wind 84 Night 76 Thought 61 Bright 59 I Love You 58 Love 58 White 55 Green 55

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  • Thehistoryguy: happy birthday john churchill 1st duke of marlborough. born today in 1650. one of history's greatest generals. never forget that he owed his military career to the duchess of cleveland a lover of charles ii who the very handsome churchill was also sleeping with.....
  • Molly_exe: john freeman who was gordon freeman's brother
  • Kn3rds: mfing biden sounds like john freeman
  • Pdsongbot: silent night music: franz xaver gruber, 1818 lyrics: joseph mohr, 1816 (english traslation: john freeman young, 1859)
  • Tbhorka: "...we must also call for comprehensive gun control measures and enhanced mental health interventions, and together engage in an honest assessment of the anger and hatred in our nation that is at the root of such violence.”
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Sidney Lanier Poem
 by Sidney Lanier

'Spring-germs, spring-germs,
I charge you by your life, go back to death.
This glebe is sick, this wind is foul of breath.
Stay: feed the worms.

'Oh! every clod
Is faint, and falters from the war of growth
And crumbles in a dreary dust of sloth,

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