Hmm
If you fly away, far beyond the rolling hills and shady dales, past the misty mountains and down over the forest of fostered dreams to the trees with branches reaching out like the tips of tongues;
You may find a small man.
Sat in a rocking chair.
Passing lazy days forgetting tears and congealed fears
His prose may be vague poetic summaries or frosty temporary validations but he will forget – he will forget for you – he will forget for us all.
You may find a small man.
Sat in a rocking chair.
Passing lazy days forgetting tears and congealed fears
His prose may be vague poetic summaries or frosty temporary validations but he will forget – he will forget for you – he will forget for us all.
posted by h at
12:48 am
2 Comments:
Is it Ronnie Corbett?
By
Wyndham, at 10:03 pm
It's the opposite of god, who remembers every bloody little thing.
By
bloggin the Question, at 8:52 am
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