Our neighbors across the hall like to use that hall as sort of a storage unit.
Good thing it doesn't bother me.

| 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; | 30 |
| 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. |
2 comments:
I'd have lit it on fire by now.
I can't! It's *my* house!
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