Alter? When the hills do. Falter? when the sun Question its glory Be the perfect one. Surfeit? When the daffodil Doth of the dew: Even as herself, O friend! I will of you! Emily Dickenson {1836-86}
Sorry,I never comment. I agree with Shakespere. I am a walking shadow, a poor player, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. Dickinson was frustrated. My apologies.
Scooby snacks are the bomb:)I trust the canyon trip went well and why are there no pictures.
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ReplyDeleteHave you ever read Emily Dickenson?
ReplyDeleteAlter? When the hills do.
Falter? when the sun
Question its glory
Be the perfect one.
Surfeit? When the daffodil
Doth of the dew:
Even as herself, O friend!
I will of you!
Emily Dickenson {1836-86}
ReplyDeleteSorry,I never comment. I agree with Shakespere. I am a walking shadow, a poor player, who struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. Dickinson was frustrated. My apologies.
Mmmmmmmm...scooby-snack brownies.
ReplyDeleteNot at all, vector, I truly enjoyed the Dickenson, first thing I woke up to this morning. Thank you. :-)
ReplyDeleteCousin Scooby Doobie I assume.
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