Matthew Arnold, looking over The Channel from the cliffs of Dover, Scanned with his telescope almost The whole French coast As far as Étretat, And was upon the point of saying “Ah,” When he perceived, not far from the great Aiguille, A lobster led on a leash beside the sea. It was Nerval, enjoying his vacances! Alas for gravitas! Hélas for France! Having of late been panicky About culture and anarchy, Arnold now left in a hurry, Foreseeing a night of worry. http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2010/05/03/100503po_poem_wilbur 简单来说，我看无。 -- 就算是friend 最後还是会有个end 就算要fuck 起初也要有fu 就算是lover 最後还是会over 就算是believe 中间还是有个lie 就算是forget 也曾经有个get http://www.wretch.cc/blog/spacedunce5 --

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