You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Before a war military science seems a real science, like astronomy; but after a war it seems more like astrology. - Rebecca West
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