Friday, March 27, 2009

Emily Dickinson

Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat-
You must have walked-
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March,
Come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell.

I'm not a very good writer, but an excellent rewriter. --James Michener


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