The only way to get through life is to laugh your way through it. You either have to laugh or cry. I prefer to laugh. Crying gives me a headache

Friday, 26 June 2009

Talent lives on ...


From far, from eve and morning

And yon twelve-winded sky,

The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither:

here am I





Sing, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.

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