The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, What a dust do I raise!
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
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.
IF If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If…