“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
2 comments:
Picturing Shlavoy at home
I can seejust a bearded old gnome
Who can't pronounce esses
Hizh esshes are messes
As spittle sprays from him like foam!
~ A Lime Rickey Onderspot Original
:)
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