“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
6 comments:
Aranciata's all around!
...you say "horchata"... I say "Aranciata!" But you must admit that one drink sometimes suit's the moment better than the other. ;)
She's stuck in a causality loop!
I guess if you're in a circular timeline, horchata is as good a drink as any.
Just what the doctor ordered. ;)
I like this one.
I guess my music tastes typically run toward the "softer" sounds.
...and I lean towards music that makes you "think"... and look words up... like "horchata", "aranciata" and "balaclava". :)
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