04-03-2009, 03:14 PM
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Life's short, gotta hurry...
Location: land of pit vipers
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Quote:
Originally Posted by Baraka_Guru
"The Waste Land" T. S. Eliot
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
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This is my favorite opening line of poetry. Unfortunately, it has proven to be quite accurate.
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Quiet, mild-mannered souls might just turn out to be roaring lions of two-fisted cool.
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