My sleepy eyes fog over…long lazy day.
I put down my book of poetry
and take a walk around the house.
The cats are playing happily in the courtyard;
when they see me coming they scatter
like frightened deer.
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Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?
by A. E. StallingsI remember them, a lifetime back,
Fanta orange, the way they grew
Feral by the railroad track,
Abundance in abandon, swarms
On the embankment, gravelled, steep.
I’d pick some for a vase, or two,
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