iron above the cradle

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W. B. Yeats, “The Second Coming,” The Collected Poems of W. B. Yeats, (1989), composed 1919

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http://full-of-grace-and-truth.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html

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party hard, get head

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http://nalatanalata.com/backstory/tajika-and-scissors/

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jail-time

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[octoberland]

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[untrustyou]

Inès Berra Viola

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Caroline Tompkins

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#kyiv #ukraine (at Trukhaniv Ostriv)

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Summertime by Jonhyblaze

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If you hang iron over your baby’s crib (scissors, nails, knives, etc) you won’t have this problem!

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Trina Schart Hyman

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Trina Schart Hyman

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We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; – They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. - Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles of years ago; And some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love. - The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Alive enough to have strength to die; And a grin of bitterness swept thereby Like an ominous bird a-wing…. - Since then, keen lessons that love deceives, And wrings with wrong, have shaped to me Your face, and the God curst sun, and a tree, And a pond edged with grayish leaves.

Thomas Hardy

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so there’s more whiskey, or.....