Here is hope and gone is sorrow but they might return tomorrow lingering at crack of dawn and haunting him with weakened spawn. With the yoga and the 'tation he can ponder situations and prepare his mind to take all slings and arrows life might make. So is now and such is folly here upon this sun-baked trolley taking us from spots unknown forever drifting all alone. Oh the well and oh to wander through the stars twixt here and yonder that do make up all we see that still reside in you and me. So rejoice at early waking though the knees be soft and quaking though the hair be white and slow for there is nothing you don't know.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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