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
Friday, December 15, 2006
Windstorm
All night the storm Danced with the trees,
The transformers blew With soft brilliant gasps,
My unquiet viscera answered to the gusts, And my skin fluttered like the leaves.
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