Quote: Poetry

Midnight rendezvous by Three less neurons per minute 
Nothing like poetry when you lie awake at night. It keeps the old brain limber. It washes away the mud and sand that keeps on blocking up the bends.
Like waves to make the pebbles dance on my old floors. And turn them into rubies and jacinths; or at any rate, good imitations. 

~ Joyce Cary 

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