Glorious Day Of Unfancy Comments

The song of Au Revoir to feel oncheek, Of mine the chorus that lulled my infancy ....

Death wad dead and life was squirting from each pore. Now time has changed and the luxury is gone, The warmth of puerile plainness is waned.

Without song a bint with false psalm of life. Time! Thou art the most unreal reality. A dreary stupor that had no mercy. In each tiny lap of thine I am engraved

Glorious itwas the day that passed by, The brook full of mud, sand was our pleasure, The days decked with starvation was the proud, In empty stomach we felt sweet salty breeze