Pussy Willow
Grey Autumn winds blow.
Silent silver paws pouncing,
naked brown limbs dance.
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Little Words:
William Faulkner once said in criticism of Ernest Hemmingway, "He has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary."
Cleverly and honestly came the retort:
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
And so to me, little words seem best for reflecting on a scrawny life all jumbled and overflowing with large emotions of every sort.
Cleverly and honestly came the retort:
"Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?"
And so to me, little words seem best for reflecting on a scrawny life all jumbled and overflowing with large emotions of every sort.
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