Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
Now hollow fires burn out to black, And lights are guttering low Square your shoulders, lift your pack And leave your friends and go.
By ten o'clock the police organization, and by midday even the railway organizations, were losing coherency, losing shape and efficiency, guttering, softening, running at last in that swift liquefaction of the social body.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories