war against nature
There Will Come Soft RainsThere will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows calling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild-plum trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
-Sara Teasdale
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i found an old badge in my wardrobe with 'sanctions kill iraqi children' printed on it. i think i'll scratch out the 'q' and replace it with 'n'.
ws xx
posted by dazey @ 10:03 PM
2 Comments:
TWO WEEKS we've been gone and THIS is all the blogging u've done?!?! pchah!! i was looking forward to loads of delicious tales to read and now i'm sad.
off to bambi's blog i go, need some entertainment and rumour has it her space is the place to go ;)
see u soon or u ain't gettin pressies :p
ws xXx
its astonishing how blank one goes when their isnt any revision to be dodging-no call for procrastination!!
o jazax for the jilbaab btw, have been beaming pink throughout manchester all day:D.
xx
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