Day: March 8, 2013


Because it is Friday; a day for poetry and sunshine

A Draught Of Sunshine –┬áJohn Keats Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport; There’s a beverage brighter and clearer. Instead of a piriful rummer, My wine overbrims a whole summer; My bowl is the sky, And I drink at my eye, Till I feel […]

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