Emily often pondered what was beyond death & taught me with a bumbling fly. More than a century ago, Walt wrote Leaves still able to strip culture-blindness from today's eyes. Allen let it all dangle out, jazzing it up with his radical staccato beat. Carl's blast of "The People, Yes." imparts a feeling of significance. The "crooked hands" of Alfred's bird show the vigor to grab a word. The foaming creek of Kenneth's Har cites both academic with industrial. Wallace's "compass of that sea" --much like the one I'll use for me. Both parliaments and parties are mere baubles before these. The razor blade of the pen will crop them to their knees. Like Percy's "shattered visage," then in heaps of crumbled seas. 4.5
Enjoying a Bowl of Pinto Beans on Walnut Trail
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