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every day a new HOPE

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

Emily Dickinson

A shovel poem using Emily Dickinson’s words

every day a new Hope.
morning mercy Is
on The 
horizon. Tune out the Thing
that fills you With 
fear. Shake off the Feathers

of yesterday’s failures That 
corset your mind. Success Perches
on your actions today. In
your words. The
message radiating from your Soul