BEARINGS
A skipper, tiller in his hand,
Sailed accurately,
But navigating on the land
Was all at sea.
A skipper, tiller in his hand,
Sailed accurately,
But navigating on the land
Was all at sea.
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"You must not think that feeling is everything. Art is nothing without form." —Gustave Flaubert
"You must not think that feeling is everything. Art is nothing without form." —Gustave Flaubert
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ALAN NORDSTROM
Licensed Verse Practitioner anordstrom@rollins.edu