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Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The Shoes of Happiness, and Other Poems (1913)
By Edwin Markham
He drew a circle that shut me out — Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But Love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in.
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I love this poem!
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