Hope is only there

Published on: by Shane
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Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

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I ‘ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

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Hi, I'm Shane, and I've always wanted to be a writer to the world. And let people see and read my work; I enjoy doing and writing. Stories that come from the heart. I live in Vancouver, BC. Born and raised with family here.

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