Blessed Are The Weird People

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Blessed are the weird people: poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours… for they teach us to see the world through different eyes. ~ Jacob Nordby

On Monday When The Sun Is Hot

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On Monday, when the sun is hot, I wonder to myself a lot; Now is it true, or is it not, That what is which and which is what? ~ A. A. Hodge

A Good-Talking Candle

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I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, So I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep. ~ Richard Brautigan

March by Barbara Baker

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A Spike of Green When I went outThe sun was hotIt shone uponMy flower pot. And there I sawA spike of greenThat no one elseHad ever seen! On other daysThe…

Where My Books Go

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All the words that I utter, And all the words that I write,

Must spread out their wings untiring,

And never rest in their flight,

Till they come where your sad, sad heart is,

And sing to you in the night,

Beyond where the waters are moving,

Storm-darkened or starry bright.

~ W. B. Yeats