Loading ...I don’t know why I bothered watching this Greek bullsh*t, yesterday, and even thinking Gold and Silver would catch a bid.
If it wasn’t raining so hard ……. maybe I wouldn’t have.
Waste of time, everything will be papered over.
Chink of the coffee cup to my long-suffering GoldTent friends.
RIP free markets ……. I agree with the folks who chimed in.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
Onward Pilgrims
Winedoc