Monday, March 3, 2014

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When the child's forehead, full of torments red,
Cries out for sleep and its pale host of dreams,
His two big sisters come unto his bed,
Having long fingers, tipped with silvery gleams.
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Aldous Huxley
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Brian Jani 05 June 2014

Hahaa i like this poem

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