To read the gravestones on the hill;
The graveyard draws the living still,
But never anymore the dead.
The verses in it say and say:
"The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay."
So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can't help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?
It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie.
-- In A Disused Graveyard, Robert Frost
I love Robert Frost.



Fuck horses, we fend for ourselves!
Over the hills we go, cackling all the way!
Mwa ha ha
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I AM THE SASU TO YOUR NARU, ~SaphGuske
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I LOVE THE REICHI
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"Life is not peaceful," said Snufkin contentedly.
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