Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Journey's end in lover's meeting
Do not imagine that the river has slept though it blink in its bed in the morning light. Don't think your absence has gone unnoticed though we meet as friends who were never apart.
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