Hope Is the Thing With Feather

The author is dead. A poems belong to the readers. What i love about that poem though is that, ah, it talks about the inexhaustibility of hope and how hope never asks anything from you d and is sort of always available. I don't think that they knew that dinosaurs were feathered in emily dickinson's day so i think it's probably a bird. Ah, which is really interesting to me. The winner was madame liberte an, american sparkling wine. And firstye wasi was just sprite mixed with vodkin. There's a name for that champagn it's called andrea. It finished second to last, just behind donbaana