NEIL'S THOUGHTS
Does thinking it
Make it real?
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Google poetry
When I
hoped
I
feared
,
Since I hoped I
dared
;
Everywhere
alone
As a
church
remain;
spectre
cannot harm,
serpent
cannot
charm
;
He
deposes
doom
,
Who hath
suffered
him
.
Emily Dickenson
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