An Acre of Grass

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Meghan Colson (rockmenow58 em flickr)

Picture and book remain,

An acre of green grass

For air and exercice,

Now strength of body goes;

Midnight, an old house

Where nohing stirs but a mouse.

My temptation is quiet.

Here at life's end

Neither loose imagination,

Nor the mill of the mind

Cosuming its rag and bone,

Can make he truth known.

(...)

w.b. yeats

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