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.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
If you live long enough, the venerability factor creeps in; first, you get accused of things you never did, and later, credited for virtues you never had. - I. F. Stone
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