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Children's voices in the orchard
Between the blossom- and the fruit-time:
Golden head, crimson head,
Between the green tip and the root.
Black wing, brown wing, hover over;
Twenty years and the spring is over;
To-day grieves, to-morrow grieves,
Cover me over, light-in-leaves;
Golden head, black wing,
Cling, swing,
Spring, sing,
Swing up into the apple-tree.
--T.S. Eliot
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I don't know...looks pretty gummy.
ReplyDeleteAm I the only one here who doesn't know what penultimate means? Is it, like, the kind of word people use in college or in programmer circles?
ReplyDeleteI don't know. It's just that we've never had an armistice like this before.
I don't think I've ever seen a picture of Malachi where he's sad--what a cute, smiley little guy! Your boys are all 3 so handsome. And I almost thought Seb was Abe in a couple of pictures--he has grown up so fast!
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