Tuesday 26 August 2008

When lines from poems follow one around

Nursery prayers as a child - now I lay my head down to sleep, and pray the Lord my soul to
keep...

School poetry - when fishes flew and forests walked...

And poems that just stick no matter what - do not go gently into that good night...
miles to go before I sleep...
oh, Captian, my Captain...

Many More!

My personal favourite - ...and I, I took the road less travelled, and it has made all the
difference...

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