If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze
by Billy Collins
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Introduction To Poetry
Another Reason Why I Don'T Keep A Gun In The House
11 Nov 2017 03:46
Their time....young hearts like orchestras sang out in infancy and innocence, enveloped now they feel no doubt time stood still no thought of imminence......waiting there to claim allegiance allure them to its core, they'll never no what might have been their time swallowed up by war.
13 Aug 2009 02:16
Full version: If ever there were a spring day so perfect, so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throw open all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary's cage, indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick paths and the garden bursting with peonies seemed so etched in sunlight that you felt like taking a hammer to the glass paperweight on the living room end table, releasing the inhabitants from their snow-covered cottage so they could walk out, holding hands and squinting into this larger dome of blue and white, well, today is just that kind of day.