And the smoke rose slowly, slowly,  Through the tranquil air of morning,  First a single line of darkness,  Then a denser, bluer vapor,  Then a snow-white cloud unfolding,  Like the tree-tops of the forest,  Ever rising, rising, rising,  Till it touched the top of heaven,  Till it broke against the heaven,  And rolled outward all around it.

Ladies you can be whatever you want, and go anywhere in life. 
GIRL POWER... It's that time you shine

I don&#39;t think Auden liked my poetry very much, he&#39;s very Anglican.

It is a good thing to follow the First Law of Holes: if you are in one, stop digging.

Written By Denis Healey

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