The Dog Days Are Over by Robert Coury (on his 365SpiritSearch Flickr Page) (130/365)
His stuff is pretty cool - check out his 365, Other Flickr, Prints & Site
I love running and I hate malt.
If I had a superpower, it would be flying.
I collect plasters.
I went to Africa, but I missed Marmite too much.
I went to China and ate ready-salted crisps for days.
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The Dog Days Are Over by Robert Coury (on his 365SpiritSearch Flickr Page) (130/365)
His stuff is pretty cool - check out his 365, Other Flickr, Prints & Site
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart runaway in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone forever!
by Robert Louis Stevenson