"I do the very best I know how - the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what's said against me won't amount to anything. If the end brings me out wrong, ten angels swearing I was right would make no difference." Abraham Lincoln
Thursday, April 12, 2007
So it goes. Again.
Saturnine on Saturday Morning next, a sunny day In six days Saturday So it goes. Again, no gain.
beautiful poem, daniel. did you know i watch your blog like some wierd voyeur?
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wait... did i mean weird? wired?
ReplyDeleteThanks Blair. The poem was a product of great labour. I mean, I spent over 3 minutes working on it. 3 minutes!
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