Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Chrysanthemums
Long did I mourn the death of chrysanthemums Till my mouth grew fond of the taste. The more I vow to harm only myself The more I escape into the hurt of others.
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