I sometimes wonder if there has every been a better opening than:
Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair
Conversation
I sometimes wonder if there’s ever been a better opening to a song than Neil Diamond’s:
Love on the rocks, ain’t no big surprise —
Just pour me a drink and I’ll tell you some lies.
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Replying to
♥️♥️ "He never felt twice the same about the flecked river,
Which kept flowing and never the same way twice, flowing
Through many places, as if it stood still in one,
Fixed like a lake on which the wild ducks fluttered,
Ruffling its common reflections, thought-like Monadnocks..."
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