The Daily Donkey

Category: Shetland Ponies

And all this comes to an end

And is not again to be met with

And once again we met

And then the crowd broke up

And if you ask how I regret that parting ?

It is like the flowers falling at spring’s end

Confused, whirled in a tangle

What is the use of talking !

And there is no end of talking ~

There is no end of things in the heart