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[timepiececlock]

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

.w.i.l.l.i.a.m. .w.o.r.d.s.w.o.r.t.h.

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A poem of mine. . .

[elfgirl.livejournal.com]

. . . from way back when I actually used to write poetry:

Wordsworth.
That man was just too damn happy.
But, then again, he looked to
flowers and
	trees and
		bridges and
			buildings 
to make him happy, 
not people.
So, perhaps,
he was the smartest of us all.

Re: A poem of mine. . .

[rashaka.livejournal.com]

haHA!!! ..... :) :) :) I just like daffodils, is all.

Re: A poem of mine. . .

[elfgirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, I used to be a moody little snit.

Oh wait. I still am.

^_^