In grub-dominions, where dark summer's mole Rampages through his halls, Till a northern seizure shook Those crowns, forcing the giants to their knees. I saw the ghosts of children at their games Racing beyond their childhood in the shade, And while the green world turned its death-foxed page And a red wagon wheeled, I watched them disappear Into the suburbs of their grievous age. In the rear-view mirrors of the passing cars. A trial showing of Daria . It's the social event of the College week.
Nothing here is official.
Please don't sue us. I love Vulcans. Fasten seat belts. Mind the gap. May be harmful if swallowed.