 | ||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
 "Click for Letts, Iowa Forecast" And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.<> I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells. And run my stick along the public railings And make up for the sobriety of my youth.I shall shall go out in my slippers in rain And pick the flowers in other people's gardens. | |||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||
|
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat and eat three pounds of sausages at a go, or only bread and pickle for a week. And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes  |
| |||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
 View My Guestbook And pay our rent and not swear in the street And set a good example for the children. We will have friends to dinner and read the papers. But maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprisedWhen suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.  By Elizabeth LucasFrom Warning by Jenny Joseph | |||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||
| Favorite Links | |||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||