How happy is the little stone
That rambles in the road alone
And doesn’t care about careers
And exigencies it never fears
Whose coat of elemental brown
Some passing universe put on
And independent as the sun
Associates or glows alone
Fulfilling absolute decree
In casual simplicity.
Written by Emily Dickinson
Some primal termite knocked on wood.
And tasted it, and found it good.
And that is why your Cousin May
Fell through the parlor floor today.
By Ogden Nash
Moon Over Water ... Where dreams begin.
Don't be someone else's slogan because you are poetry. (Gwen Cummings, 28 Days)
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