“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
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Dark Times
Equus
Darkest hour
Blackest night
Point me inward
Provoke a fight
2 comments:
just before the dawn?..Happy Sunday my friend..:)
Aurora, we barely knew ye!
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