(I haven't read that poem in a long time, but I think I remember part of it.)The road that was more worn was the one with the path cut through it, and the grass was dead.
To help to control the insect population in Borneo
Answer:
Towering gray giants and honking cars,
They're nothing compared to the country's stars.
Walking past the city's bars,
But I dream of my home afar.
People singing, music blaring,
And those pigeons, oh so daring!
Joyful! Sad! No one caring.
I think perhaps we've been dreaming. <em>RING RING!</em>
Dr T. J . Eckleburg is are a pair of fading, bespectacled eyes painted on an old advertising billboard over the valley of ashes .
I had to work very hard, riding my bike. I had to get in shape and all that stuff. Last year I won state and got 8th in nationals all because I worked for it!
