Tell me where those stairs go, and I'll write you at least one hundred words on any prompt you give me.
Eventually.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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stairway to somewhere
Tell me where those stairs go, and I'll write you at least one hundred words on any prompt you give me.
Eventually.
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Written in his Bible...
E'en such is time! which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have; And pays us naught but age and dust, Which, in the dark and silent…
-
poem: Nature, that washed her hands in milk
- Sir Walter Raleigh Nature, that washed her hands in milk, And had forgot to dry them, Instead of earth took snow and silk, At love’s request to…
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poem: May
- Hilaire Belloc This is the laughing-eyed amongst them all: My lady's month. A season of young things. She rules the light with harmony, and…