But at my back I always hear
Time's wingèd chariot hurrying near;
And yonder all before us lie
Deserts of vast eternity.
To his Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell
This has always been one of my favourite poems, but I think im beginning to grasp his point more and more these days. Time is a ticking, Christmas and the expansion are sneaking up on us, I have work to do in RL (EEK) and oh so much to do in WoW, but im just procrastinating (another favourite word) and making lists.
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