(((Hema)))
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
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| Occupation | My worst critic. |
| Location | New York, New York, United States |
| Introduction | From childhood's hour I have not been, As others were---I have not seen, As others saw---I could not bring, My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken, My sorrow; I could not awaken, My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov'd, I loved alone. Then---in my childhood---in the dawn, Of a most stormy life---was drawn, From ev'ry depth of good and ill, The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that 'round me roll'd, In its autumn tint of gold--- From the lightning in the sky, As it pass'd me flying by--- From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form, (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. ~E.A.P. |
Your hand has been replaced by a rubber stamp. What does it say?
You inherit 5 million dollars the same day aliens land on the earth and say they're going to blow it up in 2 days. What do you do?