Tuesday, April 21, 2009

334. ALL WHILST READING WALTER BAGEHOT

ALL WHILST READING
WALTER BAGEHOT
My mind wouldst wander.
Seeking other climes; a stalwart
mind envisioning another land - someplace
quite quiet. Like an island of the deaf. Leadeth
me to pastures, restoreth my soul, and all the rest.
A very quiet cemetery, filled with the deaf dead,
deceased Caesars, someplace where the rest rest.

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