Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Game called on account of sentimentality

Today marshalling my thoughts is like herding cats.

"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


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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