Nathaniel A.Wallace Biography

We Rainy Days have a certain charm about us,
Our pitter-patter is like an orchestra
But We have more players, and instruments
And parts.
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Little Daisy, espy:

This river starts somewhere
Goes somewhere – ends somewhere...
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I love what I know that I don't know -
‘Tis darkness that gleans us light,
That tree in the distance looks oh so -
Chilled in an autumn sight,
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I tire,
Like the grains of sand on a beach -
So lulled and at peace,
My lethargy overcomes
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Out on the veranda
Death whispers in my name
Or I to it, see we
Are stark as starch, and deprived
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