Arise from sleep, old cat, And with great yawns and stretchings... Amble out for love
Japanese HaikuI don't like to overdose. Call me old-fashioned.
My Horizontal Life: A Collection of One-Night StandsMy hair isn’t as white as snow, because it’s not old enough—or cold enough.
Sleepwalking is resterciseEreaders were a great convenience, but nothing could beat the smell of a library and old books.
Taste