Raise The Shade
a poem by: E.E. Cummings
raise the shade
will youse dearie?
rain
wouldn’t that
get yer goat but
we don’t care do
we dearie we should
worry about the rain
huh
dearie?
yknow
i’m
sorry for awl the
poor girls that
gets up god
knows when every
day of their
lives
aint you,
oo-oo. dearie
not so
hard dear
you’re killing me
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We are passionate about the world we inhabit. Aware there are two sides to every story. Persistent in our pursuit of all points of view.
A place to think, to laugh, to shed a tear. Where words are gifts that feed the soul; ignite a flame within the heart; excite the recesses of the brain; spark passions and concerns; inspire the conscious and subconscious.
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