"When I am all alone/Envy me most,/Then my thoughts flutter round me/In a glimmering host;/Some dressed in silver,/Some dressed in white,/Each like a taper/Blossoming light;/Most of them merry,/Some of them grave,/Each of them lithe/As willows that wave..."--Sara Teasdale
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
This blog is for the specific purpose of submission writings for ENGL 102-42.
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