Wednesday, June 20, 2012
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Friday, June 08, 2012
When cats run home and light is come,
And dew is cold upon the ground,
And the far-off stream is dumb,
And the whirring sail goes round,
And the whirring sail goes round;
Alone and warming his five wits,
The white owl in the belfry sits.
Tennyson, The Owl
Been told that this still doesn't count as cute.
Posted by Jess at 11:43 AM