Austen weeps tales of love, summoning, searching, Finding




sisterhood, cabot, voices ' whispering, crying, longing




Potters, Grangers, Weasleys, different worlds and cultures






but all the same in the end





Todo remains silent yet a Bow Wow still kisses





globes and kelseys travel the Marshall Islands





Magic Eights, Hotchkiss, Dreams, all die hard




Cliques and Jacobins, Smedleys and Butlers





War is a Racket still peace is a vision





God of our silent tears, god of our weary years





What a Catch Donnie, wish you well but not too well




Headfirst Slide into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet and Tiffany Blews






Yet I am still the walrus





Across a Universe, around a snowglobe world




Bronte and and Lowry still bask in the fall foliage




The green fields of the English countryside are calling your name




While Toussaint and Tamar revel in glory, chivalry is not dead





Blue is for Nightmares and Secrets are for Gardens







Forever





But isn't it just Nine in the Afternoon