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| Topic: The Fall of Emily Dickenson | |
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Edited by
Traumer
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Fri 09/27/13 09:39 AM
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This is dedicated to Emily Dickinson in fond tribute of the changing season. This is a dramatization of one of her lesser known works...
AUTUM RHAPSODY ON HIGH Yonder whither summer's sun, O'er aspen trees grow dark But whence autumn cometh it makes me runneth... to scratch my buttocks up against a tree. Whence September dusk grows crisper still... with leaves all crimson conquered, I yearn to shout and dance about... ...and stuff cannabis up my nose... (snort) |
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Excellently done. I believe ED would approve. G
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