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Slow Dance

Slow Dance

by David Weatherford

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Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic
flight? Or gazed at the sun into
the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
Ever told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say hi
You’d better slow down.
Don’t dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won’t last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your
day, It is like an unopened
gift….
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

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NOT TO KEEP

They sent him back to her. The letter came
Saying… And she could have him. And before
She could be sure there was no hidden ill
Under the formal writing, he was in her sight,
Living. They gave him back to her alive –
How else? They are not known to send the dead –
And not disfigured visibly. His face?
His hands? She had to look, and ask,
“What was it, dear?” And she had given all
And still she had all – they had – they the lucky!
Wasn’t she glad now? Everything seemed won,
And all the rest for them permissible ease.
She had to ask, “What was it, dear?”
“Enough,
Yet not enough. A bullet through and through,
High in the breast. Nothing but what good care
And medicine and rest, and you a week,
Can cure me of to go again.” The same
Grim giving to do over for them both.
She dared no more than ask him with her eyes
How was it with him for a second trial.
And with his eyes he asked her not to ask.
They had given him back to her, but not to keep.

Robert Frost

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Blind Descent

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Blind Descent

by

Nevada Barr

Published by G. P. Putnam’s Sons 1998

First Edition,First Printing by a Complete and Proper Numberline 1 3 5 7 9 10 8 6 4 2

Hardcover in Dustjacket

341 Pages Complete Contents

Signed by the Author on the Second Flyleaf

Sixth Novel For The Anna Pigeon Mysteries

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BOOKS ARE STRANGE THINGS

“Books are strange things. Although untongued and dumb, Yet with their eloquence they sway the world ; And, powerless and impassive as the seem, Move o’er the impressive minds and hearts of men Like fire across a prairie. Mind sparks, They star the else dark firmament ; they spur The thoughtless to reflection, raise the prone With the strong leverage of intelligence ; Furnish the empty-minded, chart the soul Through her stern, perilous voyage ; pedestal The great and gifted, beckoning meaner men To gaze upon their mightier works and ways. O that all books were such !”. Unknown.

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Songs Of Yesterday

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Songs Of Yesterday.

by

Benj. F. Taylor.

With Illustrations.

1877

S. C. Griggs and Company

Near Fine Condition/None

Only Mild Wear

A Gorgeous Book

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A Brick Red Cloth Hardcover 8-3/4″x 6-1/4″ Octavo

Lettered and Ornamented In Gilt and Decorative Black Stamp at the Front Board and Spine ,,Beveled Edges

Full Gilt Page Edges

Brown Coated Pastedowns and Endpages

Illustrated Beautifully

168 Pages Complete Tight Contents

A Bank Note Bound In

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