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  1. Hace 4 días · The Skeleton. Laughing everlastingly. It was hid so carefully. : The bony grin says it all! Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No: I may not tell the best; Surely, friends, I mi.

  2. Hace 5 días · About Press Copyright Contact us Creators Advertise Developers Terms Privacy Policy & Safety How YouTube works Test new features NFL Sunday Ticket Press Copyright ...

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    • Syed M. Ali Kazmi Official
  3. Hace 4 días · These are the people who will remember you and your breathe. These are the people who will cry for you after your death. Appreciate people especially when they are alive. Compliment them for the things they do in their lives. Do not gossip , or hurt them, nor show any drama, For you are always choosing your own karma.

  4. Hace 4 días · I Remember, I RememberI remember the house where I was born. Morn(ing) never brought the light! Found: Favorite Poems Selected from English and American Aut...

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    • Finding Words Poetry
  5. Hace 5 días · When I was exuberant. When I was sorrow. When I was scared. Before and after I'd done the wrong thing. With Ruth, the answer was always love and more love. When she hugged me, I felt luxurious. As velvet. Adorned in head-to-toe velour, I was not afraid to be seen or held. I was grateful not only for Ruth's fatness, but for how she carried it.

  6. Hace 3 días · Ode To Fear. Thou, to whom the world unknown. With all its shadowy shapes, is shown; Who seest, appalled, the unreal scene, While fancy lifts the veil between: Ah fear! ah frantic fear! I see, I see thee near. I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye! Like thee I start; like thee disordered fly.

  7. Hace 1 día · Wanting to Die Poem – by Anne Sexton (Text-Version) Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life. I know well the grass blades you mention, the furniture you have placed under the sun. But suicides have a special language.