Insomniac Posting In The Wee Small Hours Of The Morning

The drugs don't work, am hoping posting a few pictures will unwire my brain

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Let Me At Them

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WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOMED

A Poem By Walt Whitman

"When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,

And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,

I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.

Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,

Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,

And thought of him I love."

A Lilac