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    There Is Pleasure In The Pathless Woods: Lord Byron

    There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    1 Response Oct 22, 2012

    Hope Is The Thing With Feathers

    Hope Is The Thing With Feathers"Hope" is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops—at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many...
    CrazyHippieChick CrazyHippieChick
    22-25
    Jan 13, 2011

    Awaken Tartarus and blanket day,

    to hide their eyes and Heaven's ray. Ash will fall as fire will rain, delivering to one, insufferable pain. Flames will roar and spear the skies, Igniting the veiw to the the water's rise. A swell of death to deliver just one, resurrecting that, pardoned by none...
    AlphaFire AlphaFire
    16-17, F
    1 Response Jan 3

    Awaken Tartarus and blanket day,

    to hide their eyes and Heaven's ray. Ash will fall as fire will rain, delivering to one, insufferable pain. Flames will roar and spear the skies, Igniting the veiw to the the water's rise. A swell of death to deliver just one, resurrecting that, pardoned by none...
    AlphaFire AlphaFire
    16-17, F
    Jan 3

    Awaken Tartarus and blanket day,

    to hide their eyes and Heaven's ray. Ash will fall as fire will rain, delivering to one, insufferable pain. Flames will roar and spear the skies, Igniting the veiw to the the water's rise. A swell of death to deliver just one, resurrecting that, pardoned by none...
    AlphaFire AlphaFire
    16-17, F
    Jan 3

    Spring Morning By A. A. Milne

    Where am I going? I don't quite know. Down to the stream where the king-cups grow -- Up on the hill where the pine-trees blow -- Anywhere, anywhere. I don't know. Where am I going? The clouds sail by, Little ones, baby ones, over the sky. Where am I going? The shadows pass...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    Oct 9, 2012
    CrazyHippieChick CrazyHippieChick
    22-25
    9 Responses Jan 14, 2011

    When I was a kid I used to think

    that pork chops and karate chops were the same thing I thought they were both pork chops and because my grandmother thought it was cute and because they were my favourite she let me keep doing it not really a big deal one day before I realized fat kids are not designed to climb...
    underwaterunicorn underwaterunicorn
    16-17, F
    Jan 12

    The Invitation By Oriah Mountain Dreamer

    It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of...
    hillbillycrone hillbillycrone
    56-60, F
    2 Responses Feb 5, 2012

    Lmao!!!!!!!!!!!!

      AHAHHAHA  
    CrazyHippieChick CrazyHippieChick
    22-25
    Jan 14, 2011
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