In the dirt, my dear, in the dirt. My car during a similar timeframe in my life was a very non-sexy hornet. Looked a little like this. Now, a classic, like me, I'm sure. Smile.
>________________________________ > From: Ann <awoelfleba...@yahoo.com> >To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com >Sent: Sunday, March 10, 2013 6:49 AM >Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: MUM kid expelled for pot but the foreign kids get >no punishment. > > > >Thank you dear Em. I am absolutely positive that you had your share of >wildness in the woods too. Love the Emily Dickinson. > >--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, Emily Reyn <emilymae.reyn@...> wrote: >> >> Dear Ann: Â Here is a poem for you in honor of you mentioning your wild >> night(s) on the hood of your mustang (a sexy car should be used for such) in >> the cornfields of Iowa: >> >> Wild Nights - Wild Nights! >> >> Were I with thee >> Wild Nights should be >> Our luxury! >> >> Futile - the Winds -Â >> To a Heart in port - >> Done with the Compass -Â >> Done with the Chart! >> >> Rowing in Eden -Â >> Ah, the Sea! >> Might I but moor - Tonight -Â >> in Thee! >> >> ~Emily Dickinson, written in 1861 >> >> "This poem wasn't published until after her death. Â One of her editors >> expressed trepidation about publishing the poem, due to its unsrestrained >> tone of rapture and explicit text." - from the Seattle Pro Musica program. >> >> We've come a long way baby! Â Smile. Â Love, Emily >> > > > > > >
