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Apr
6th
2018

Letters - XI · 7:31am Apr 6th, 2018

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!

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Apr
6th
2018

Letters - X · 7:10am Apr 6th, 2018

Not seeing, still we know —
Not knowing, guess —
Not guessing, smile and hide
And half caress —

And quake — and turn away,
Seraphic fear —
Is Eden's innuendo
"If you dare"?

by Emily Dickinson

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Apr
6th
2018

Letters - IX · 6:59am Apr 6th, 2018

My father knows the proper way
   The nation should be run;
He tells us children every day
   Just what should now be done.
He knows the way to fix the trusts,
   He has a simple plan;
But if the furnace needs repairs,
   We have to hire a man.


My father, in a day or two
   Could land big thieves in jail;
There's nothing that he cannot do,
   He knows no word like "fail."
"Our confidence" he would restore,
   Of that there is no doubt;
But if there is a chair to mend,

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Feb
20th
2018

Letters - VIII · 6:31am Feb 20th, 2018

Dear Starlight Glimmer,

Your extension of friendship is heartily accepted and most welcome! I will cherish it all my days. Perhaps we should meet word with deed and meet for tea? I'd hate for you to feel that I am out of reach. If we are to be friends, then let us be so in earnest. I am not SO busy that I cannot spare a moment to chat in person.

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Oct
12th
2016

Letters - VII · 10:38pm Oct 12th, 2016

I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

By Maya Angelou

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Sep
12th
2016

Letters - VI · 8:35pm Sep 12th, 2016

I've thrown away my toys, even my drum and train.
I wanna make some noise with real live aeroplanes.
Some day I'm going to fly, I'll be a pilot too.
And when I do, how would you like to be my crew?

On The Good Ship Lollipop.
It's a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where bon-bons play
On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay.

Lemonade stands everywhere
Crackerjack bands fill the air
And there you are
Happy landing on a chocolate bar.

See the sugar bowl do the tootsie roll

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Sep
12th
2016

Letters - V · 3:56pm Sep 12th, 2016

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin shrouded in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!

By William Blake

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Jul
23rd
2016

Letters - IV · 11:18am Jul 23rd, 2016

Conscience is instinct bred in the house, 
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin 
By an unnatural breeding in and in. 
I say, Turn it out doors, 
Into the moors. 
I love a life whose plot is simple, 
And does not thicken with every pimple, 
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it, 
That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it. 
I love an earnest soul, 
Whose mighty joy and sorrow 
Are not drowned in a bowl, 
And brought to life to-morrow; 
That lives one tragedy, 

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Jul
21st
2016

Letters - III · 12:24pm Jul 21st, 2016

On the planet of Mars
They have clothes just like ours,
And they have the same shoes and same laces,
And they have the same charms and same graces,
And they have the same heads and same faces…
But not in the
Very same
Places.

By Shel Silverstein

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Jul
21st
2016

Letters - II · 11:35am Jul 21st, 2016

I had withdrawn in forest, and my song 
Was swallowed up in leaves that blew alway; 
And to the forest edge you came one day 
(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long, 
But did not enter, though the wish was strong: 
You shook your pensive head as who should say, 
‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray— 
He must seek me would he undo the wrong. 

Not far, but near, I stood and saw it all 
Behind low boughs the trees let down outside; 

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Jul
20th
2016

Letters - I · 11:31am Jul 20th, 2016

A learned man came to me once. 
He said, "I know the way, -- come." 
And I was overjoyed at this. 
Together we hastened. 
Soon, too soon, were we 
Where my eyes were useless, 
And I knew not the ways of my feet. 
I clung to the hand of my friend; 
But at last he cried, "I am lost."

by Stephen Crane

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