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I had not thought of violets of late,
The wild, shy kind that springs beneath your feet
In wistful April...
I sit and sew -- a useless task it seems,
My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams . ....
It's punishment to be compelled to do what one doesn't wish.
Source: Give Us Each...
Nothing will do me any good unless I learn to control this body of mine.
Source: In...
In every race, in every nation, and in every clime in every period of history there is always an eager-eyed group of...