SLEEP
I long for scenes where man has never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my creator God
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above, the vaulted sky
~~John Clare
Monday, November 13, 2006
COLLAGE A DAY
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