13.10.2012

joy is the knock of dust











i grow old...i grow old...
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

shall i part my hair behind? do i dare eat a peach?
i shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
i have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.   - ts eliot

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