You must not think because my glance is quick To shift from this to that, from here to there, Because I am most usually where The way is strangest and the wonders thick, Because when wind is wildest and the bay Swoops madly upward and the gulls are few And I am doing as I want to do, Leaving the town to go my aimless way; You must not think because I am the kind Who always shunned security and such As bother the responsible of mind That I shall never total up to much; I known my drifting will not prove a loss, For mine is a rolling stone that has gathered moss. Richard Avedon |
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