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, January 1, 2010
Trouble rather the tiger in his lair, than the sage among his books. For to you, kings & armies are things mighty & enduring. To him, mere toys of the moment, to be overturned at the flick of a finger.
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