... The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon With spectacles on nose and pouch on side, His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound...Yep, I'm back in Cardiff.
Saturday, August 26, 2017
nante Hampsteads, nante minces, nante riah, nante everything
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