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.
Song, from Pippa Passes The year's at the spring, And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled;…