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Leisure... By W.H. Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
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Posted by lostandalone on 2007-12-21 07:46:41 | Rating: | Views: 93
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One of my favourites and so true...its only when we make time to stop and look around that we see things clearly...thank you for posting this xxx
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Posted by chebtastic1
on 2007-12-25 14:16:08
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