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Wild Waves Whist

“Come unto these yellow sands,     And then take hands; Curtsied when you have and kiss’d,     The wild waves whist …” — William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act I, Scene II If you like Shakespeare as much as … Continue reading

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“But indeed I would rather have nothing but tea.”

“I had a little tea party, This afternoon at three; ’Twas very small, Three guests in all, Just I, myself, and me. “Myself ate up the sandwiches,         While I drank up the tea, ’Twas also I … Continue reading

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Pickwick Papers & Frogs

The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club has the distinction of being the only one of Charles Dickens’s sixteen novels that I have not read. Since it contains one of my favorite poems (‘Ode to an Expiring Frog’), and I … Continue reading

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I used to think that clovers were somewhat ugly, but now they are one of my favorite flowers. I like their scent. I like how each head is covered with tiny individual flowers. I like their colors — their shades … Continue reading

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