Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Game called on account of sentimentality

Today marshalling my thoughts is like herding cats.
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"I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill
And Franklin Roosevelt's looks, give me a thrill
Holding hands by the radio when all the lights are low may not be new
But I like it how about you"
-misquote of B.Lane and R. Freed

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First Fig

"My candle burns bright at both ends;
it will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends,
It gives a lovely light!"

-Edna St. Vincent Millay

MC, the poet-med student-(now doctor)-scientist intensely disliked Ms. Millay. He found her trite and too rigid in her forms and structures. Me, I'm just a hack. I like this poem. I find it breezy and ballsy.

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