sarahjane: an ode to winter

Sunday, August 22, 2010

an ode to winter

Dear winter: I missed you. I wish you could stay forever.

Reading Thomas Hardy. Eating soup and rolls. Watching the rain and being ridiculously annoyed with my family right now. But thats life.
Have a good sunday

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my sweet old etcetera

my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent

war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting

for,
my sister

Isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that

i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my

self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et

cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
you smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
-ee cummings