IF you were coming in the fall,
Id brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.
If I could see you in a year,
Id wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.
If only centuries delayed,
Id count them on my hand,
Subtracting till my fingers dropped
Into Van Diemens land.
If certain, when this life was out,
That yours and mine should be,
Id toss it yonder like a rind,
And taste eternity.
But now, all ignorant of the length
Of times uncertain wing,
It goads me, like the goblin bee,
That will not state its sting.
Activists rescue dogs in truck
Cab drivers start band
Veteran searches for friends
Scan the QR code to find class
Boy tears hole in valued painting
Graduate buys house for parents
Night owls crowd street
Twisted mail boxes prevail
'Marry me, Chen Qiaorong!'
Massive umbrella sets world record
Man arrested for phone case
Eat from a paper hotpot
Standing room only in subway
Hairpins becomes trend
Water lily leaves torn by coins
The pole-dancing grandma
Dinosaur eggs seized
Climbing trees for sport
Punishment for traffic violations
Toilets converted into restaurant
Mother dies from heat
Man drove 'van convertible'
Monkeys avoid the summer heat
Car crash for divorce
Dancers welcome fitness day
School replaces naps with meditation
Proposal with lychees
Anhui's
Dining in the sky in Kunming
Cleaner runs 225 km in a day
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