to the brim no time for a new view or a page to be left unseen it’s all scattered to three winds the fourth is all me I will travel lightly with only past troubles tomorrow’s yet to be furrowed today I drink fully down to the dregs Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related