madness
at noon today, i woke up in a spectacularly foul mood. like comic book bad mood with the little storm cloud over my head and my mouth in the harumph shape. i rolled my bed flush against the window two weeks ago so now there's only one side of it to get up from. today, wrong side. and i know what with that "bat out of hell" expression bats
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The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
The day returns, but nevermore
Returns the traveler to the shore.
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Remember this poem? I really like it.
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