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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
What do you think of selfies?
If you're on any social networking websites, you will have noticed that more people take selfies (a photograph of yourself) than ever before. It seems as though we can hardly log onto our accounts without seeing lots of different photographs of people.
What do you think about the trend? Do you think that it is a good thing or a bad thing that people take so many photographs of themselves?