“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
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Halftime on the Road to Planting Gooseberry Bushes
I've been up in the air
Out of my head
Stuck in a moment of emotion I've destroyed.
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