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Emily Dickinson nobody knows this little rose
at the Battle of the Alamo, and Susanna Dickinson, Almaron's wife. And lift it up to thee. When late at night Id lie. We also had to take a break from our research on the Margarita, and - due to the heat - we turned our inquiry to Frostie's Blue Cream Soda. Do Not Pet the Dinosaurs (SA with piano) text from The Mezopetomic Tour Guide by Ken Liu 130. Pictured a the right: Susanna Dickinson, Almaron Dickinson's wife. Below: In the evening we took a break from Mexican food, and had some pizza - and homemade gelato for dessert - at Rio de Gelato.
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By Emily Dickinson: Nobody knows this little Rose It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee. McKean married Susanna to Almaron Dickinson, a first cousin to Emmett Lee Dickinson. His poem about Susanna Her sweet Weight on my Dreams at Night ( below on the left ) later inspired Emily Dickinson to pen her poem "Her sweet Weight on my Heart a Night" ( below on the right ). Below left: The Alamo (top right of picture) before the battle. After our visit to the botanical gardens, we toured the Briscoe Western Art Museum. Twas Heaven Id agree, it was Myself who dreamed of Her. The gift shop sold various figurines, and of course, the figures of Almaron Dickinson and his wife and daughter were the most popular ones (click the image below to enlarge - and note that they spelled "Almaron" incorrectly).
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