have some pretty

Apr 10, 2010 17:49

ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care;
While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand,
Turn if you may from battles never done,I call, as they go by me one by ( Read more... )

w.b. yeats, poem, i'm to lazy to come up with my own words

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chancerror November 5 2010, 19:33:33 UTC
Random....but...VERONICA MARS!!!!!!!! okay....I'm done :P

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