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One day
I shuffled through my notes,
- a mind's dismay.
the blue ribbons,
the red flowers -
where patriot buds lay,
- waiting to come alive.
Published 2nd Oct 2021
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21st Nov 2021 2:46am
23rd Nov 2021 10:12am
And Tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
I've been thinking about that lately. :)
and tomorrow,
and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
I've been thinking about that lately. :)
23rd Nov 2021 10:17am
