|
Limericks to amuse and
delight:
From our huge database
of limericks:
Between Us Now
<< by Thomas Hardy >>
Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine beating?
When false things are brought low,
And swift things have grown slow,
Feigning like froth shall go,
Faith be for aye.
|
