Single Malts - and other odd Musings

The Bliss of Solitude


- For oft, when on my porch I lie
  In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
  Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills, 
And dances with the daffodils.

apologies - and thanks - to Wm Wordsworth


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