'O stand, stand at the window
As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.'
It was late, late in the evening,
The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
And the deep river ran on.
W.H. AUDEN, "As I Walked Out One Evening"
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johnny what are you doing right now? i like when you blog cuz its like i know your still alive kinda. which is a very good thing. peace my man!
DEBI!! You should get a blog son..
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