[Jen]

I felt like making a thread that is more productive than others that are about the same subject.


Here is a poem for you all to read:



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.

Cloths of Heaven - W.B Yeats


Have we all calmed down?
Good.

Title: Courtesy of Shaun.