When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in — Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
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When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moonor the slipper of its coming back.Or, a kiss.Well, yes, especially a kiss.

— Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
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