I envy the chair That holds you. It doesn't even know Your name, yet you indulge Its purpose casually Or sitting straight-- As if it knew you well Enough to touch you there.
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Lines I Love
Too easily impressed; she liked whate'er/She looked on, and her looks went everywhere. (Robert Browning)
When we met first and loved, I did not build/Upon the event with marble. (Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. (Robert Frost)
At that moment something inside her relaxed. A muscle, which had been clenched so long she had forgotten it, suddenly unclenched. It let go and she closed her eyes and took a breath of air into a new part of her lungs. (Walker Percy)
History is now and England. (T.S. Eliot)
Singing Poets
David Wilcox
Don Francisco
Keith Green
Mark Heard
Delectable Authors
Anne Tyler
C.S. Lewis
Pat Conroy
Robert Ludlum
Will D. Campbell
Thanks to Those Who Taught Me to Read and Write (and Dearly Love Both)
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