I look for you in the cat's soft fur
in raindrops
in a picket fence
and, leaning on the kind fencepost,
obscured by sunlight
- a fly in a spider's web -
I wait...
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Quotes of the Day
No sadder proof can be given by a man of his own littleness, than disbelief in great men
by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
When from dawn till noon seems one long day,
And from noon till night another,
Oh, then should a little boy come from play,
And creep into the arms of his mother.
Snugly creep and fall asleep,