I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day.
Dared to Leap
Cousin Barnsy in Shediac, New Brunswick, Canada
Summer 2008
Today while cleaning, I found myself sorting through old articles and handout packets from high school creative writing class (yes i still have these items.) About once a year I'll bring it all off the dusty shelf for some inspiration...and of course to have a good laugh at myself back in the days of my boundless mental wanderlust and crappy angst riddled poetry writing. I found the above passage from Lewis Carroll's "Solitude" scrawled compulsively over an entire page...geeze
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