It was small wonder, then, that he suddenly flung down his brush on the floor, said 'Bother!' and 'O blow!' and also 'Hang spring-cleaning!' and bolted out of the house without even waiting to put on his coat.
------------ Kenneth Grahame
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
At the Edge of Things
Born into a different light There is a brightness trembling at the edge of things The world may burst into flame At any time.
I kiss your shoulders, your fingers; Nothing before or after Matters.
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