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Brown Penny
 
I whispered "I am too young,"
And then, "I am old enough";
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
"Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair."
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
 
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough,
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love,
Till the stars had run away,
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.

~William Butler Yeats~

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Wednesday
Dec102008

Reality

Reality now

Thrust upon

          No way out

Distractions have run their course

Consequences come to call

The past growing dimmer

          Meaningless

The future staring boldly

Calling out

Come, live, be

It's here, it's here!

          Will you leap?

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