By Thomas Gray The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o’er the lea,The plowman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves …
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The Butterfly
By Arun Kolatkar The is no story behind it.It is split like a second.It hinges around itself. It has no future.It is pinned down to …