WHEN icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail,
When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul,
Then nightly sings the staring owl,
To-whit!
To-who!—a merry note,
While Dan's patients totally blow off their appointments.
Old Doctor Yells At Clouds
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I’m at that age, 67 going in 68, where it is reasonable to yell at the
clouds. Which, come to think of it, may be a good title for another
collection of ...
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