But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Wednesday, 6 February 2013
A poem.
There was a young man from Peru,
Who had not only one ball but two,
When he swung them with force,
He could knock down a horse,
Take care or he'll do it to you.
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