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By Anonymous

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall- Who are you to stand so tall? Your glass surface shines at me, Revealing who I ought to be. In you I note my imperfections Seeing where I need corr...

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By flyingintherain SILVER
Bridgewater, Massachusetts
flyingintherain SILVER, Bridgewater, Massachusetts
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"I will call the world a school instituted for the purpose of teaching the children to read- I will call the human heart the hornbook used in that school- and I will call the child able to read, the Soul made from that school and its hornbook. Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways!" ~John Keats

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By flyingintherain SILVER
Bridgewater, Massachusetts
flyingintherain SILVER, Bridgewater, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will call the world a school instituted for the purpose of teaching the children to read- I will call the human heart the hornbook used in that school- and I will call the child able to read, the Soul made from that school and its hornbook. Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways!" ~John Keats

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By Anonymous
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By Sandy Pleeter SILVER
South Plainfield, New Jersey
Sandy Pleeter SILVER, South Plainfield, New Jersey
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By flyingintherain SILVER
Bridgewater, Massachusetts
flyingintherain SILVER, Bridgewater, Massachusetts
7 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"I will call the world a school instituted for the purpose of teaching the children to read- I will call the human heart the hornbook used in that school- and I will call the child able to read, the Soul made from that school and its hornbook. Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways!" ~John Keats

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By Anonymous