I think that I shall never see A poem as lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prestAgainst the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day,And lifts her leafy arms to pray; … Continue reading →
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“I played the wrong, wrong notes.” ~ Thelonious Monk
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