" All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide.
Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,
Its quaint events were hammered out —
And now our tale is done
And home we steer, a merry crew,
Beneath the setting sun.
Alice! a childish story take,
And with a gentle hand
Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined
In Memory's mystic band,
Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land. "
- BCN
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Jul 24, 2014 08:19AM
@ZombieHipsterXD ¿Pero que me dices chiica? Eso no vale tu le das mucho al coco... xD Gracias por seguirme!! :3Посмотреть все беседы