Posted on July 24, 2014July 25, 2014no two the same… L L Wine comes in at the mouthAnd love comes in at the eye;That’s all we shall know for truthBefore we grow old and die.I lift the glass to my mouth,I look at you, and I sigh. — W.B. Yeats —
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