Oh Come With Old Khayyam

My new 375 gram tent, the Siligloo: Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies; One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies… Khayyam too was a tentmaker from Naishapur Iran in the C12th. I […]

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