Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Idle Rhyme

Monday, February 10, 2014

Idle Rhyme

Shoulder to the wheel just gives me back ache, The grindstone is no place to put a nose, There is more to life than how much I make And I may not be what you suppose. I would rather watch the garden growing Than spend eight hours staring at a screen And reach life’s destination all unknowing What... Sign in to see full entry.

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