Bad situation mitigated.                                                   Fodder for poems and other such suches, sure. Steinbeckian relief served in a tin cup, by the fire drawing in the sand, figuring next figures:                     At least I have coffee.

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Hybrid Socialist dedicated to helping the community.
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4 Responses to

  1. Elizabeth Bishop says:

    Yes. Beautiful, haunting, and bittersweet.

    I just read this poem called “Dead Fires” written by Jessie Redmon Fauset (1882-1961)

    If this is peace, this dead and leaden thing,
    Then better far the hateful fret, the sting.
    Better the wound forever seeking balm
    Than this gray calm!

    Is this pain’s surcease? Better far the ache,
    The long-drawn dreary day, the night’s white wake,
    Better the choking sigh, the sobbing breath
    Than passion’s death!

  2. Donna says:

    How ’bout draping Christmas lights all over the place?

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