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And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
There will be time to murder and create,
And time for all the works and days of hands
That lift and drop a question on your plate;
Time for you and time for me,
And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions,
Before the taking of a toast and tea.

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
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An exerpt from "The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock" by T.S.Eliot. If you want to see the whole poem click here

A wonderful poem.

Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?

Ah, T.S. I hardly knew ye.

I see that Gary updated his blog...Gary's BlogI think he is happy about my new trailer...I think. Not as excited as I am but then he has never been effusive. Did I mention the fire-pit?

Anyways...keep blogging.