really often Have a the be (the gods hath chosen, and they hath
chosen me) the truth beyond, we all must yearn Sip, look at the toes
of the mighty and wise, and wage war on their point-proper diction
Life, full of problems, is hard As when you ponder: mow the yard? or
iced tea and a fan? How desolate and bereft of hope, the destiny of
Man. Becuase gods
when I felt that the magic of childhood had gone