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Filial Piety – On The Wayside Between Preston And Liverpool, By: William Wordsworth
Untouched through all severity of cold;Inviolate, whate’er the cottage hearthMight need for comfort, or for festal mirth;That Pile of Turf is half…
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Same Stars, By: Erin Jamieson
I find starsin inky nightthe samestars we tracedon each otheras other loversdid long ago
Haze Battles Mistakes, By: Andrew Cyr
Haze was sleeping in Seattlewhen she mumbled Siri on her iPhoneand then Nathan’s name.Would you like to call Nathan? Siri said.Haze stretched…