Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Je souhaite



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1 comment:

monsoon said...

by thirty hills i hurry down
and slip between the ridges
by thirty thorps, a little town
and half a hundred bridges
till last by philip's farm i flow
to join the brimming river
for men may come and men may go
but i'll go on for ever

December 23, 2010 at 10:38 AM

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