Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
early day in may
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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