精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Where art my cattle? Lying on the ground Are those beasts. Can not move a bit my eyes. Knowing to return again next round - Eagering to leave is my rational; But to stay my greedy, growing speedy. With reply patient prevents that confusion `This is not the destination. Where beyond the reach of plentiful sense, Is the urn destined!' -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 91.104.35.216