Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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My History in Valhalla

I once fell for a woman who liked to say, There are no accidents– Her way of assuring me I’d live and be well without waiting around for her to stumble into my arms.   But now the governor, surely wise, — and of a practical bent– assures the public: Sometimes there will be accidents at railroad crossings, and with them will come death and great loss. Hence, we need […]

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