[at-l] there's

[Bob C]

by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

I HAVE not told my garden yet, 
Lest that should conquer me; 
I have not quite the strength now 
To break it to the bee. 
  
I will not name it in the street, 
For shops would stare, that I, 
So shy, so very ignorant, 
Should have the face to die. 
  
The hillsides must not know it, 
Where I have rambled so, 
Nor tell the loving forests 
The day that I shall go, 
  
Nor lisp it at the table, 
Nor heedless by the way 
Hint that within the riddle 
One will walk to-day!




> ------------Original Message------------
> From: Felix J <athiker at smithville.net>
> To: 
> Cc: "AT-list" <at-l at backcountry.net>
> Date: Sat, Dec-30-2006 11:49 AM
> Subject: Re: [at-l] there's
>
> Kent Gardam wrote:
> 
> >That's a nasty looking earlobe you got there my friend.  You otta have 
> a nose and throat doctor look at that.  Or a podiatrist at least.
> >
> 
> Now...why would I have a nose and throat doctor look at my ear?  
> Anyway, 
> I've had a bad case of 'sponge ear' for a little over a week. It's 
> getting better, though.
>  
> 
> 
> 
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