Sometimes I think life should come with a handbook, other times I think it wouldn't be nearly as fun with one. Here are my thoughts on the madness of it all.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears -- Whose Coat of elemental Brown A passing Universe put on, And independent as the Sun Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute Decree In casual simplicity --
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