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- It's easy to let the darkness of our times cast long shadows of resentment, anger and ill will over our outlook on life.

- I've decided to leave resentment at home, and cultivate a sense of gratitude.

- My eyes are a pathway to my soul moving me to contemplate the good, forsake the bad and move against evil in service to truth.

- Graciously my nose breathes in the inviting aroma of a lovingly prepared home cooked meal, the wholesome scent of baking bread wafting from the door of the corner bakery,

Story - Fascinate

Fascinate:

A teacher asked her students to use the word "fascinate " in a sentence. Mary said, "My family went to the New York City Zoo, and we saw all the animals. It was fascinating. " The teacher said, "That was good, but I wanted the word "'fascinate.'" Sally raised her hand. She said, "My family went to the Philadelphia Zoo and saw the animals. I was fascinated. " The teacher said, "Good, but I wanted the word 'fascinate.'" Little Billy raised his hand. The teacher hesitated because Billy was noted for is bad language. She finally decided there was no way he could damage the word "fascinate " so she called on him. Billy said, "My sister has a sweater with 10 buttons, but her boobs are so big she can only fasten 8. "

Poem - A Description of a City Shower By Jonathan Swift

A Description of a City Shower:

Careful observers may foretell the hour
(By sure prognostics) when to dread a shower:
While rain depends, the pensive cat gives o’er
Her frolics, and pursues her tail no more.
Returning home at night, you’ll find the sink
Strike your offended sense with double stink.
If you be wise, then go not far to dine;
You’ll spend in coach hire more than save in wine.
A coming shower your shooting corns presage,
Old achès throb, your hollow tooth will rage.
Sauntering in coffeehouse is Dulman seen;
He damns the climate and complains of spleen.

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Poem - To lose one’s faith surpasses By Emily Dickinson

To lose one’s faith surpasses:

To lose one’s faith surpasses   
  The loss of an estate,   
Because estates can be   
  Replenished,—faith cannot.

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Poem - I measure every grief I meet By Emily Dickinson

I measure every grief I meet:

I measure every grief I meet   
  With analytic eyes;   
I wonder if it weighs like mine,   
  Or has an easier size.  

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Poem - The Raven By Edgar Allan Poe

The Raven:

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

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Poem - I felt a cleavage in my mind By Emily Dickinson

I felt a cleavage in my mind:

I felt a cleavage in my mind   
  As if my brain had split;   
I tried to match it, seam by seam,   
  But could not make them fit.  

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Poem - I had a guinea golden By Emily Dickinson

I had a guinea golden:

I had a guinea golden;   
  I lost it in the sand,   
And though the sum was simple,   
  And pounds were in the land,   
Still had it such a value                        
  Unto my frugal eye,   
That when I could not find it   
  I sat me down to sigh.

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Poem - Heart not so heavy as mine By Emily Dickinson

Heart not so heavy as mine:

Heart not so heavy as mine,   
Wending late home,   
As it passed my window   
Whistled itself a tune

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Poem - Farewell love and all thy laws forever By Sir Thomas Wyatt

Farewell love and all thy laws forever:

Farewell, love, and all thy laws forever,
Thy baited hooks shall tangle me no more.
Senec and Plato call me from thy lore
To perfect wealth, my wit for to endeavor.
In blind error when I did persever

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Poem - I took my power in my hand By Emily Dickinson

I took my power in my hand:

I took my power in my hand   
And went against the world;   
’T was not so much as David had,   
But I was twice as bold.   
 
I aimed my pebble, but myself            5
Was all the one that fell.   
Was it Goliath was too large,   
Or only I too small?

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Poem - Winter By William Shakespeare with Analysis

Winter:

When icicles hang by the wall,  

And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,  
And milk comes frozen home in pail,  
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl, 
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,  
While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.  
 
When all aloud the wind doth blow,
And coughing drowns the parson's saw,  
And birds sit brooding in the snow,  
And Marian's nose looks red and raw,  
When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl,  
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit! To-who!—a merry note,  

While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.

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