Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [But the rocking chair]

Jenny Boully

 

But the rocking chair appears to be missing a little something. If you hang the birdcage there, we'll hear its singing. Keep the curtains sheer drawn over the four poster—thatís the kind of bed I would like to have. I will can the preserves; I will can the preserves so that come autumn, come autumn when I have hung up the dustpan, you will have this small bit of apricot to remember. Me by. I donít think I quite believe in that anymore, and besides, this here tooth has fallen out; it's the last one I've needed for quite a while. I will cut the slices of apple for you; I will shake the grove of bramble bushes for you; the raspberries, too tart, too tart, I will lemon and sugar them for you, 'cause that is what mother has taught. My dear, did I write down all of my symptoms this morning?Has the paper been left right on our doorstep? I do believe, Wendy, I do believe that Smee has stolen it.

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Poems by This Author

Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [If she lays out two spoons] by Jenny Boully
If she lays out two spoons (two real spoons) and two forks (two real forks)
Not Merely Because of the Unknown That Was Stalking Toward Them [The Wendy girl] by Jenny Boully
The Wendy girl will live longer than you; the Never bird will live longer than you
The more Alice reaches out, the more her dream-rushes by Jenny Boully
disappear: one by one by one the darling scented rushes


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