“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
Sorry, Farmer, but this post is de trop. So much material I can't get a bead on it.
Maybe I'm just too lazy today?
Could be!
Age is gathering speed and no longer merely CREEPING up on me.
It's all right. I've long ago come to terms with the inevitability of mortality –– or so I like to think –– as i Whistle a Happy Tune each night walking past the graveyard
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Sorry, Farmer, but this post is de trop. So much material I can't get a bead on it.
Maybe I'm just too lazy today?
Could be!
Age is gathering speed and no longer merely CREEPING up on me.
It's all right. I've long ago come to terms with the inevitability of mortality –– or so I like to think –– as i Whistle a Happy Tune each night walking past the graveyard
I posted this much as a reminder to myself to watch... others are under no such obligation.
I'll be watching this on the Roku.
Ta.
They're excellent, as much of PBS' 'state TV'! ;-)
One forgets the role the Indians played in the conflict.
You guys could have been speaking Frog!!
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