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Stephen Crane

I looked here;

I looked there;

Nowhere could I see my love.

And--this time--

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To finish successfully.

She worked hard to accomplish her goals before the deadline.

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Leaving Early

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
ady, your room is lousy with flowers.When you kick me out, that’s what I’ ll remember,Me, sitting here bored as a leopard In your jungle of wine-bottle lamps, Velvet pillows the color of blood puddingAnd the white china flying fish from Italy.I forget you, hearing the cut flowersSipping their liquids from assorted pots,Pitchers and Coronation goblets