the mystery of freedom?yet,among
their loud exactitudes of imprecision,
you'll(silently alighting)and I'll sing
while at us very deafly a most stares
colossal hoax of clocks and calendars
- E. E. Cummings
the mystery of freedom?yet,among
their loud exactitudes of imprecision,
you'll(silently alighting)and I'll sing
while at us very deafly a most stares
colossal hoax of clocks and calendars
- E. E. Cummings