Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude
Heigh-ho! sing, heigh-ho! unto the green holly;
Most friends is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho, the holly! This life is most jolly.
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot: Thou thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As Dan's having to stand around all day waiting for patients to blow off their appointments.
POETS Day! Thomas Hardy Learns About Dames
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I’m not immune from the sort of self-flattery that arises when someone
whose writing I respect enforces a gut felt but not fully considered
opinion.
The...
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Thou mayest postith on thine blog to while away the longish day.
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