Maxioms by Emily Dickinson
If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.
If it wasn't for dogs, some people would never go for a walk.
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
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His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate.
