09-20-2021, 11:49 AM
Absent love,
flibbertigibbet,
thy flitting is as fruitless
as a moth’s at the moon,
as Percy Shelley
said eloquently,
and Bob’s bird whistled
on the banks of the Doon.
flibbertigibbet,
thy flitting is as fruitless
as a moth’s at the moon,
as Percy Shelley
said eloquently,
and Bob’s bird whistled
on the banks of the Doon.