Let us now praise famous :)
Some look for poetry that is moving. I look for poetry that moves.
Or is still.
Or moving still.
Or still moving.
(sigh_)
Personally, I prefer hunting snark to snarky. But snarky is better game, for being worse.
What is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
Okay, so I've been reading it wrong.
I just want you to know that I voted for you.
"Then, what is Life?" I said . . . the cripple cast His eye upon the car which now had rolled Onward, as if that look must be the last, And answered ....
There are only solutions.
Fascinated by the revolving door.
There is no flew.