“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
3 comments:
Meeerry Christmas!
May the Corona Gods spare you and yours!
Amen!
And a very Merry Christmas to you and yours. May you die in bed at 95 years, shot by a jealous wife... ;)
I'm down with that as long as she goes down for it!
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