Abbie' s Tree House

No one can see us up here

Monday, April 4, 2022

Suppose

by e.e. cummings

at Monday, April 04, 2022

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Labels: cummings, poem, Poetry

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Mona BrynerTuesday, April 05, 2022
beautiful!
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Abbie's Tree House: I chant the Maha-Mantra. I sing and dance. I write. I play. I meditate. I’m a big Tiny Tim fan. I like cats and dogs. I cried when George Harrison died. I study insects and enjoy birdwatching. I think capitalism is a temporary, unfortunate developmental stage- sort of like the “terrible twos.” I go to a lot of concerts. I take a lot of walks. I’m learning to play the ukulele. And I am in love with a girl named Mona. (Previous blog at AbbiesTreeHouse,wordpress.com)

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