On another note, I'm seriously going to complain to the city about the fire hydrant less than a foot from my driveway. This weekend marks 3 people (including myself) that have hit the hydrant in 2 years. Even the people who lived here before me ran into it. I tried reflector sticks, the kids took them to play games. I put reflective tape on the hydrant itself and then the city painted over it. This thing has GOT TO GO! What a nusance! What genius came up with the idea of putting a hydrant at the end of a driveway less than 12 inches away from the concrete I'd like to know?
(1947) Gian Carlo Menotti | ||
The sun is falling and it lies in blood The moon is weaving bandages of gold Old Black Swan where oh where is my lover now Where oh where is my lover now Torn and tattered is my bridal gown and my lamp is lost With silver needles and with silver threads The stars stitch a route for the dying sun Old Black Swan where oh where is my lover now I had given him a kiss and a golden ring And a golden ring I had given him a kiss of fire and a golden ring Oh with silver needles and with silver threads The stars stitch a route for the dying sun Black Wing o Black Wing take me down with you Take me down with you take me down with you Take me down with you Old Black Swan take me down with you I had given him a kiss of fire Take me down with you |
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