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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 would you do right now if money and time were no object?
I was taking to a friend yesterday, and trying to think about what we would do if we were rich and didn't have to work.
I decided that I would like to go to New York, as it is a place that I really enjoy being.
What about you? If you had lots of money and lots of spare time, what is the thing that you would like to do the most?