There was a Young Lady whose bonnet,
Came untied when the birds sate upon it;
But she said: 'I don't care!
All the birds in the air
Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!'
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The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest men of past centuries.
by Emily Dickinson
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Each Second is the last
Perhaps, recalls the Man
Just measuring unconsciousness
The Sea and Spar between.
To fail within a Chance -
How terribler a thing
Than perish from the Chance's list