HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
W.B. Yeats
@treaclebeard sorting it out. Hows u? x
Moledmc 4 months ago
Pete I'm so glad you've popped up on my radar again, seems like a while since you 've put something up. Been busy?
treaclebeard 4 months ago
@tonystalloney1 I'm rebuilding the Empire.
Moledmc 4 months ago
been awhile
tonystalloney1 4 months ago