.....one feels, is how much is too much? (Also, much is such a nice word, no? Not much. So much. Much of a muchness. Lipsmacking :))
And that, people, is a Riddler post.
Saturday, October 20
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Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb like the sun; it shines everywhere
sflaffs@gmail.comAnd none will hear the mailman knock
Without a quickening of the heart.
For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?
For what are stars but asterisks. To point a human life?
3 comments:
eh ji, hello ji...meaning what?
you're making me wait much too long.. this much is too much, me thinks..
@the riddler: Nothing, nothing. I wrote the first sentence, thought the next and very next thought was OhThis IsSoTheRiddler. :)
@wiseling: I know, I know. I have an excellent post in my head. So not to worry. Soonly (soon's the dreaded E-word passes by) you shall see Something Special.
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