The FoolJul 14, 20201 min readFarts.It is good to walk alone,but out of a companion,the world is grown.Sun shines on my paper,and black ink writes sages' wordsThough the truth I know deep in my heart:Words of wisdom are worth less than a fart.
It is good to walk alone,but out of a companion,the world is grown.Sun shines on my paper,and black ink writes sages' wordsThough the truth I know deep in my heart:Words of wisdom are worth less than a fart.
When the Muses Leave...When the muses leave, what is left but silence? The abysmal comfort, the unending sleep- when the muse leaves where I go to find it? With what rapture, what song- may I sing now in the day that lasts
Jingle of a Crooked Walking StickThe wanderer, the seeker All are all the weaker For they fail to see the world’s telling brand The simple sound of one hand….