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and here the Wheel 
 
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring. 
 
The hot water at ten. 
And if it rains, a closed car at four. 
 
And we shall play a game of chess, 
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door. 
 
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon, 
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot— 
 
Out of the window perilously spread 
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays  
 
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand, 
And puts a record on the gramophone. 
 
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter / And on her daughter 
 
cracked earth / Ringed by the flat horizon only 
 
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME 
 
the violet hour, the evening hour that strives   
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea 
 
A current under sea 
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell 
He passed the stages of his age and youth 
Entering the whirlpool.  
 
you who turn the wheel  
 
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lines at random 
 
CR 


--- On Fri, 6/3/11, Chokh Raj <[log in to unmask]> wrote:  











 
Astronomers captured this stunning photo of galaxy NGC 6744, a spiral galaxy often called a 'twin' of our own Milky Way. The galaxy is 30 million light-years away, and nearly twice the size of the Milky Way. (Photo: ESO)  
 
http://beta.news.yahoo.com/photos/snapshots-week-of-june-3-1307133161-slideshow/#crsl=