“And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. "I'm only a benighted fool; and having said that, I have said everything. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. Then she reverted to the trousers.
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