She liked how her friend
walked a step behind her,
as if she knew she might need
a gentle kick in the rear
at any moment...


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Me and the poet laureate

Ah, my dear angry Lord,
Since thou dost love, yet strike;
Cast down, yet help afford;
Sure I will do the like.

I will complain, yet praise;
I will bewail, approve;
And all my sour-sweet days
I will lament and love.


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If I could list all the loves of my life, what a long list that would be.

What a lucky girl I am.

in my dreams

tea and oranges just for Nic