The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, What a dust do I raise!
The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, What a dust do I raise!
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
Election Haiku Change vs. more of the same The economy, stupid Don’t forget health care.
Ignorance Strange to know nothing, never to be sure Of what is true or right or real, But forced to…