National Poetry Month, Day 5

I haven’t memorized this one yet in its entirety…but I will someday. Its cadence entrances me. anyone lived in a pretty how town by E. E. Cummings anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn’t he danced his did Women and men(both little and small)…

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National Poetry Month: Day Three

How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in With gently smiling jaws! –Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

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