Sing-Along

This is what I gave Pat for her birthday. She admired them once, so I thought she ought to have them.

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At the poetry meeting Monday night, after I sang an introductory couple of stanzas, some members of the group joined in singing "No Jam Today," and everyone sang the final chorus.

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The soul selects her own society,
Then shuts the door;
On her divine majority
Obtrude no more.

Unmoved, she hears the carriage pausing
By her low gate;
Unmoved, an emperor is kneeling
Upon her mat.

I've known her from an ample nation
Choose one,
Then close the valves of her attention
Like stone.

-- Emily Dickinson