swing_the_hammer

nursery rhymes for grow-ups.

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What did I dream?
I do not know;
The fragments fly like chaff.
Yet strange my mind
Was tickled so,
I cannot help but laugh.

(nursery rhyme)

For a long time now I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can.
Ernest Hemingway

Listen; there's a hell of a good universe next door: let's go.
e. e. cummings

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Sylvia Plath

Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.
Ezra Pound

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2007-07-05

the shower song

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