“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Leaves that Blow
A late autumn afternoon and I watch carelessly, each leaf falling from the maple tree that stands in my front yard. As the leaves float ever
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October's Last Day
Ah!, for this night I’ve long been waiting, patiently with such a tired mind anticipating, for everything which it holds in store, a night of deceit and surprise, as this town watches while the pale moonlight
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