find what thinned i'm
too crap a dime
a dozing chime in
with your two sins hence
this old chap he plays one
he plays knicksnap on his dents
yes he done winned he won
he mean whined lined 'em all up
oneafteranother whinnied why brother
wined and dimed 'em a horse is a hork
'til death do us pork er park
there goes he who poker hark
whereth whoa snappeth & oh!
'tis no bother oddly
his mother'd'rather
roger that don't
stop with me snap
--
Bob Marcacci
People travel to wonder at the height of mountains, at the
huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of rivers, at
the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motion of
the stars; and they pass by themselves without wondering.
- Saint Augustine
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