Conversation

“You’ve been talking to yourself” said my neighbour.

“Yes”, I replied. “It is a habit of the wise, to talk to the most intelligent person present, isn’t it, Alan”.

“It certainly is!” I answered. “Indubitably”.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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