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The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.

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A Little Road Not Made Of Man by Emily Dickinson

by Samantha EvansAugust 21, 2019August 21, 2019

A little road not made of man,
Enabled of the eye,
Accessible to thill of bee,
Or cart of butterfly.

If town it have, beyond itself,
‘T is that I cannot say;
I only sigh, — no vehicle
Bears me along that way.


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