. . . Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul,
As the swift seasons roll!
Leave thy low-vaulted past!
Let each new temple, nobler than the last,
Shut thee from Heaven with a dome more vast,
Till thou at length art free,
Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
1809-1894
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It looks as if a lot of people read my blog. Want to thank all readers, even though you don't often post comments. Sorry if anyone gets offended by my occasional "outbursts." Y'all come back.
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Went to the pharmacy, and coming back I saw a one-legged crow in the road. That ought to be a song.
One-legged crow, hopping like a fool;
Two boys fishing in a swimming pool...
Only it was a man and a little boy fishing in the "creek" at the park.
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Went to the pharmacy, and coming back I saw a one-legged crow in the road. That ought to be a song.
One-legged crow, hopping like a fool;
Two boys fishing in a swimming pool...
Only it was a man and a little boy fishing in the "creek" at the park.
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