2009-06-16

locked into [out of]


















All right,
Go ahead!
What's in a name?
I guess I'll be locked into
As much as I'm locked out of!

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay ~
composed by abracassandra

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

~ William Butler Yeats ~

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