"I made hay while the sun shone.
My work sold.
Now, if the harvest is over
And the world cold,
Give me the bonus of laughter
As I lose hold."
Sir John Betjeman, "The Last Laugh"
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
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Or, the fevered machinations of a mind too long gone
1 comment:
Hey ya'll don't appreciate no vulgar words on my goddamn blog. Also that name of yours is blasphemy, can't even spell Jesus right. Not in my Americka!
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