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Monday, August 07, 2006

Ephemera

Minutes trudge,
Hours run,
Years fly,
Decades stun.
Spring seduces,
Summer thrills,
Autumn sates,
Winter kills.

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"In our last conflict, four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one."

- As You Like It, Beatrice