Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
- TS Eliot
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
- TS Eliot
Friday, April 30, 2010
Pear Shaped
Hmmm....dear me...that last post, only my bloody SECOND, certainly took a turn for the worse...
Never mind, I will straighten this ship up right now, because guess what – it’s Friday! Yay! All Friday’s deserve a Yay! because they make our little hearts do a little dance right in our little chests.
Here's a song. It's from London artist, the lovely Johnny Flynn. His newest album is Been Listening, worth a checking out (available in Australia from iTunes, Amazon, etc., you know the drill ye young peeps of the internet).
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