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Tuesday, December 01, 2009
An Old Person of Hove
Edward Lear:
There was an old person of Hove, Who frequented the depths of a grove; Where he studied his books, With the wrens and the rooks, That tranquil old person of Hove.
I aspire to be like "that tranquil old person of Hove."
I aspire to be like "that tranquil old person of Hove."