Sometimes
I want
to
quit.
Everything.
by she falters to rise
Thursday, February 16, 2006
This poem is perfect for my day...
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Breena Ronan
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11:09 PM
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and who doesn’t love the lilies of the black ponds floating like flocks of tiny swans, and of course,the flaming trumpet vine where the hummingbird comes like a small green angel -Mary Oliver
Sometimes
I want
to
quit.
Everything.
by she falters to rise
Posted by
Breena Ronan
at
11:09 PM
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