If I could write like EMILY DICKINSON, I'd be dead: The Crop

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Monday, November 12, 2007

The Crop

That morning he started early for the field, “Today,” he said, “would be beautiful.” As he plowed, he thought of his children, and his grandchildren, each one with unique personalities and special traits; he felt blessed. Then he thought of her, and he smiled. Mother of his children, partner for... Sign in to see full entry.

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