Dim my eyes if they should compromise our fulcrum
if wants and needs divide me
I might as well be gone.
Shine on forever.
Shine on benevolent sun.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
St. Ives
As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Every wife had seven sacks, and every sack had seven cats, every cat had seven kittens. Kittens, cats, sacks, and wives, how many were going to St. Ives?
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