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.
There is a solitude of space There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death,…