My wife had an uncle who could never walk down the nave of an abbey without wondering whether it would take spin.
My wife had an uncle who could never walk down the nave of an abbey without wondering whether it would take spin.
Sir. I bear a rhyme excelling In mystic force and magic spelling. (3.14159265358)
Every generation revolts against its fathers and makes friends with its grandfathers.
One thing about poetry's eternally true: The best reminds us of what we forgot we knew.