What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
In the manic moments of life, stop, listen and feel again. It is not life that stops us feeling, it is what is in our lives that prevent us from feeling. Find peace in a song so beautiful only your ears and soul will feel, so you can rest and realise life is just a moment within moments with no meaning without feeling.
We've got a trash can holder that looks like a set of drawers, but the trash can tips out forward when you pull the handle. It's really fun to freak people out, because it seems like the whole thing is falling apart.
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W. C. Fields
No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
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