Date: April 19th, 2018 3:06 PM
Author: Aquamarine painfully honest headpube patrolman
I am satisfied—I see, dance, laugh, sing;
As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread,
Leaving me baskets cover’d with white towels swelling the house with their plenty,
Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes,
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=3954026&forum_id=2#35875843)