By Alfred Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow;
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true
So much for blogging no more. But I'm glad you've kept going. Besides, I'm rather fond of Tennyson.
ReplyDeleteyea... that was totally a joke. i'm gonna keep blogging.
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