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I was made to be wide-eyed all the days of my life.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

A Tennyson





Break, Break, Break

BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
Break, break, break,
         On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
And I would that my tongue could utter
         The thoughts that arise in me.

A new month, a million new words wake, crest, wain. November has always been my favorite month, for just that reason. 
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