Number 63
When she opened her tiny mouth, the vague smell of eucharist filled the room;She was a nun
A kind of nun....
A secretary
A nun of Mr. Smith's 5:00 appointment
Number 63
When she opened her tiny mouth, the vague smell of eucharist filled the room;Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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