We leave 2010 with these words, apparently a traditional poem but gathered, set to music, and sung beautifully by Pete Seeger:
I get up each morning and dust off my wits
Open the paper and read the obits
If I'm not there I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Lapidary prose (twenty-five words a day) - So, while revising to my Eddison piece I came across a striking passage that I'd either overlooked before or, more likely, read when the book in question ...
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