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Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.
Ok. I appreciate that I left that post somewhat in the lurch. I left
I posted that snippet of prose because I really do love it, and it’s I thought it was the alliteration that I liked. But it’s not. There is I love the cadence of the piece. I dare say that’s the reason it has stuck in my brain. That, and the fact, I will not stop for death. I have a healthy I know, I know, that’s the rules. If I want to play the game, I have We all lose. Dammit. The competition is in either, who can last longest, or, who is A gorgeous woman was in the news the other day. She was celebrating
Because I could not stop for Death, Because I could not stop for Death, We slowly drove, he knew no haste, We passed the school where children played, We paused before a house that seemed Since then ’t is centuries; but each
It is a beautiful poem. But it’s only the beginning that gets me in. Jesus, this atheism gig is tough! |
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