tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444624899216363472.post1909069031273560646..comments2024-03-13T16:09:27.294-04:00Comments on La Vie Graphite: awaiting, part 2 : valley streetspeculatorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02726065482584166028noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444624899216363472.post-7410577423760627942011-03-21T11:27:02.627-04:002011-03-21T11:27:02.627-04:00The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The lo...The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;<br />The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep<br />Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends.<br />'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.<br />Push off, and sitting well in order smite<br />the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds<br />To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths<br />Of all the western stars, until I die. (Alfred Tennyson)Bob Mrotekhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15016079751197723749noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7444624899216363472.post-50392830813705503802011-03-21T08:16:08.460-04:002011-03-21T08:16:08.460-04:00That last sentence is a doozy!That last sentence is a doozy!Bob Spencerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06400471363764020869noreply@blogger.com