“Absently Enchanted”

Abstract

We're in the months of love; I'm seventeen years old.The time of hopes and dreams, as they say-and here I am, getting started-a child touched by the finger of the Muse-excuse me if that's trite-to express my fine beliefs, my yearnings, my feelings, all those things poets know-myself, I call them spring things.

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