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“My bonnet of blue, my bonnet of blue, Its gossamer fineness I’ll sing...
“My bonnet of blue, my bonnet of blue,
Its gossamer fineness I’ll sing to you;
For a delicate fabric in sooth it was,
All trimmed and finified off with gauze.
My bonnet of blue, my bonnet of blue,
How well I remember thy azure hue!
To church I wore it, one pleasant day,
Bedecked in ribbons…
It’s the same thing, singin’ and prayin’, jus’ the same thing.
- John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (via hellyesjohnsteinbeck)

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Posted by suckitfoolnrewind
What is a youth?
Impetuous fire.
What is a maid?
Ice and desire.
The world wags on
A rose will bloom,
it then will fade
So does a youth.
So does the fairest maid.
Comes a time when one sweet smile
Has its season for awhile
Then Love’s in love with me



