A winter's tale Yesterday the fields were
only grey with scattered snow,
And now the longest grass-leaves
hardly emerge; Yet her deep footsteps
mark the snow, and go On towards
the pines at the hills’ white verge.
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About Me
- Eire
- I've been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, A poet, a pawn and a king. I've been up and down and over and out And I know one thing: Each time I find myself, flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race.
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