Linear thought is a flaw.
As a dog, I like to cozy up on the sofa, pull up a glass of coffee and cookies and pretend to be human. I sometimes think that I wasted my time learning new tricks rather than playing outside.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Emma Lazarus' sonnet, today.
An excerpted portion, rewritten for today's America:
With silent lips. "Give me your righteous, your rich, Your individual libertarians yearning to live alone, The celebrated fame of your gated communities. Send these, the luxuriated, pampered to me, I bow my head beside your golden foot!"
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