Tales from outer turnip head...

Tales from outer turnip head...

Sunday, November 19, 2017

"A little overflowing word"...



A little overflowing word
by Emily Dickinson

A little overflowing word
That any, hearing, had inferred
For Ardor or for Tears,
Though Generations pass away,
Traditions ripen and decay,
As eloquent appears --



winter has arrived...

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