Five in tens' place, none in ones',
Most were daughters, sum were sons
Sum made me feel triumphant,
Sum were 'hills like white elephants'

'Turning and turning in the widening gyre',
And set to flame the funeral pyre
A few here n there like flow charts,
N others 'could twist the sinews of thy heart'

Many a joy and many a shock,
'Had placed that bell on the inchcape rock'
Here and there a gossomy shroud,
'I wandered lonely as a cloud'

Some might say that she had,
'A heart---how shall I say---too soon made glad'
And thereby rest among a jolly lot,
'The Lady of Shalot'

Walked along, felt understood,
While 'two roads diverged in a wood'
Held some back, although we met. . .
'Because I could not stop for Death'


Lasted dis long :) n 2 these great minds, thank you :) :) :)