Winter? Spring! Who knows!
White buds from the plumtrees wing
And mingle with the snows.
No blue skies these flowers bring,
Yet their fragrance augurs Spring.
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Fatherhood is pretending the present you love most is soap-on-a-rope.
by Richard BrautiganThe petals of the vagina unfold
like Christofer Columbus
taking off his shoes.
Is there anything more beautiful
than the bow of a ship
touching a new world?